Chapter 2 –Not knowing–
When I opened my eyes the next time, I felt a lot better than before. The pain in my throat was gone and I seemed to feel some of my chest again and the part up to my neck. There was still the beeping sound, but the light was somehow dimmed and didn't hurt my eyes anymore. I inhaled deeply, the hospital air and some sweet scent that was in it. I managed to look around a bit and recognized a figure lying on a sofa that stood at the right side of my bed. It didn't move and I couldn't see who it was, but I knew who I wanted to see. "Mom?", I whispered, clearing my throat. The figure was on its feet in no time, it kind of shocked me. I realized the figure of a tall man with pale skin. I thought it through and came to the conclusion that it must be the same face that I had seen the last time my eyes had opened. The man was next to me in a second, a smile on his face. He was very beautiful, as if he was some kind of male model. "Bella…", he said with relief in his voice. "You're awake." I nodded shyly, when he stroke my forehead again with cold fingers that I seemed to recognize. "Where's my mom?", I said silently looking at the left side of the room, but the door was closed and there didn't seem to be anybody else in the room. "She's gone home, it's night time." "Then why are you here?", I asked, unsure if that would sound rude. "Are you my doctor or something?" The stroking fingers froze on my forehead and he frowned. "What do you mean?" I bit my lip and didn't speak again. "You don't recognize me?", he asked and I could hear some hidden pain in his voice. Should I recognize him? I tried to search my memory, but I was sure that I would have remembered someone like him at once. He wasn't what one would call common. "I… don't know…", I said warily, not wanting to upset him. "Um… It's alright. Don't worry.", he said, but I could see that it was painful according to the look on his face. He stood up. "I'll get you a doctor to check on you, ok?" I nodded and watched him leave. Should I have recognized him?
Minutes later, he was back, with a blonde haired doctor, who seemed even as beautiful as he was. He was quite young for being a doctor, I thought to myself, but said nothing. "Bella, how are you feeling?", the doctor asked calmly. I tried to shrug a bit, but gave up at that part and cleared my throat to speak. "I don't quite know. There's this burning pain in my chest." I wanted to say 'I'm fine.' instead, but I thought I should keep this for my mother to prevent her from freaking out. "Some of your ribs are broken, that's where the pain comes from." He was looking at the monitors next to me and then held his hand to my forehead to check my temperature. I flinched back a bit, his hand was nearly as cold as the other men's. Was it wintry outside? I tried to figure out which season it was, but I didn't succeed. "So, do you know, how all of this happened to you?", the doctor asked and looked into my eyes. His had the same golden shimmer, I wondered why that was or if I was just imagining it. I tried to find some reason for laying here, a car accident or something else. I shook my head. "No, I'm not sure." "Okay…", he said firmly and took a note on my chart. "I'll give you some more sleeping medicine so that you're awake when your mother comes to visit in the morning, alright?" I nodded and closed my heavy eyelids. I heard some rambling next to me and then footsteps. I could feel sleep coming, but before I drifted into unconsciousness, I heard the doctor saying something. "Edward, calm down. It's amnesia…" Edward? I thought, I might remember someone called Edward. And amnesia? What did he mean? But before I could figure anything out, my mind went dead.
