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Chapter One
Once again she awoke to the ivory surrounding of the hospital suite. And the dripping of the water bag above her lulled her into a drowsy consciousness. Instead of a silent room, the TV on the far right corner of the room buzzed as the Today Show broadcasted the weather.
"Today will be another chilling Thursday since a cold front will be hitting San Francisco later in the afternoon," the blond reporter announced in a preppy voice, "Later in the week the temperatures will rise to about eighty-seven degrees on Friday and cool down to about thirty degrees in the evening. Saturday and Sunday will be low temperature wise and stay at an average of sixty-five degrees and a cold thirty-nine in the evenings." She gave a very fake, yet convincing smile to the cameras. "And here is Jack with the traffic. Jack?"
She tuned out the news and slowly allowed herself to enjoy the sound of cars passing in the distance. The sounds coming from the window easily lulled her into to a nap; the roaring of car engines became a short and sweet lullaby. As she distanced further in her dreams they were quickly interrupted by the wail of an opening door and a crash of one closing.
The sick patient watched a lady, thin like a dieting model padded into the room in a dull, navy uniform. On her they looked baggy, almost identical to a sweat suit joggers would wear on a freezing winter morning. On her head sat the same color of blue. Her cap matched perfectly with the scrubs and the ugly color didn't come close to complimenting her tan skin tone. Her hair remained under the cap.
The woman's eyes twinkled with a mischievous but friendly mist of brown. They held warmth, even in the ice tundra-like room they occupied. She looked young and not much older than eighteen years with a lithe body of a high school swimmer as well. Finally the teenager stepped to her bedside and cast a heart swaying smile at her.
"Hello there Ms.…..?" the nurse pause her eyes questioning the patient before her. Several seconds passed before she decided that she'd never get a response. Her eyes hungrily scavenger hunted the clipboard in her tight grip. Since her hands were somewhat tilted, her patient had view of the clipboard. On the piece a paper were thousands of printed letters and numbers. They had names of patients, room suites, and a routine to follow.
Finally she flipped several pages, the long exhausting silence once again filled with her honey sweet voice.
"Ms. Amu Hinamori, I'm you're new nurse Yaya and I am her to acknowledge your daily needs!" Her voice was a loud shout of glee. Amu doesn't sound anything familiar to me, how could it be my name? Thought the patient. Now that I think about it, I don't know who I am do I?
Ever since she woke up she didn't understand what and why things were happening. What am I doing here? When will I leave? She thought quizzically. What happened to make me hospitalized?
Her throat felt scratchy and sandpaper dry. Occasionally a painful headache would attack her, causing her to inwardly whimper and cry. Her body ached with pain like tremors. They were strong and never ending, always coming back progressively faster.
Hunger rippled in the pit of her stomach as she realized she hasn't eaten. She was embarrassed you could clearly hear her stomach growl even from ten feet away. It was obvious Yaya had heard because a tray of dry hospital food landed gently on her lap. On the tray lay a dinner roll and a slice of dry turkey breast. The roll was hard on the outside but surprisingly soft on the inside. Inside the roll smelled sweet and buttery, she couldn't wait to sink her teeth in it. Beside the roll was the turkey breast. It looked less appetizing than the roll that kept up her hopes. The meat felt ice cold, its temperature feeling as if it just removed from the refrigerator. Yaya handed her a glass of water which she nodded to acknowledge her.
Slowly she cast her eyes to the left of her bedside. On a table were flowers, red and white roses which brought a smile to her lips. She remembered that she placed those flowers on a nice old lady's grave. Although her resting place held no marker, the gifts and other flowers surrounding a dead flower bed proved that this was her grave. The community thought it was best to honor her by planting a flower bed above her grave to mark where she lay since she was poor. Too bad the flowers died during the cruel winter.
The girl also remembered that none of the old lady's family came to visit her grave ever.
"You lil' lady need to eat your food." Yaya scolded her from the right. "Eating will make ya' strong and the sooner you're better, the quicker you leave here!" Slowly she started to understand what she really meant. The sooner you're out, one less patient to deal with.
Her eyes scanned her tray as her hand automatically shot to the roll. Its frail fingers ripped apart the bread to discover a soft and fluffy wonderland inside, the treasure adding pleasure to its awaiting abyss. Soft lips closed as her jaw jumped and fell to chew her food. Yummy, she thought. It only seemed like a second before her roll disappeared and all left was only the slice of turkey meat. Here it goes.
Without thinking she fisted the meat into her hands and shoved it into the dark caverns of her mouth where it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Tongue clicking and scraping against the roof of her mouth as she forced herself to forget the horrid flavor.
It was cold and dry; the tasteless slice left her taste buds confused right before the horrible after sensation started its damage. She wanted to gag and cough up what her throat forced her to swallow. No matter how immature it sounded, she couldn't help but desire that it would just disappear.
"Oh pardon me, I forgot to give you your water!" panic filled her voice as her feet trot to the door. "I'll be gone a quick second to grab you your water; oh, and not to mention your pills! Be a good girl while I grab your needs!" After a long slur her patient didn't care to listen for the noise abruptly left as she did, and finally the young girl once again accompanied herself with silence. The only noise remaining was her slow breaths and the static left from the TV. The signal reception kicked and left the annoying screeching behind.
The static seemed to last forever. It made her tingle and her stomach hard. It made the wait seem extra-long even though it had only been a minute it felt like ten. Finally it started to drive her insane.
Out of anger her hands slammed to the side table next to her hospital bed and harshly nudged the bright red 'off' button and bye-bye went the static. Now with another annoyance ridded of, she sat in silence and enjoyed the sounds of the passing cars. Traffic lay heavily in front of the hospital which granted her a small glance of how life normally was. The cool, sleek metal and squabbling people crowding the streets only shown behind the thin cotton veil of the curtain comforted her and soothed her mind. She wished she understood why she was here, why no one stood beside her bed frame for her to awake. Did they forget her or was she not worth it?
It all didn't make since and cause her head to spin great big circles. And why weren't my parents here for me. The two of them should have been here, they loved me didn't they? She wondered and it began to worry her. Did something happen that I should know?
As she collected herself again, exhaustion caved in and swept over like a huge gale. As her eyes closed her only thought was a question. Who am I?
"Well here's your water Ms. Amu," while in a different train of thought, Yaya's outburst startled her briefly before she settled herself. Thank you. Her lips preformed the motion but nothing came out. The notion didn't go by unnoticed by her blonde headed nurse.
"That's right; in the accident large shards of glass punctured your neck and vocal chords. The operation may have damaged them lightly." Yaya's nectar like voice swept to her ears. The patient's head cranked over to face her. Are you serious! It was obvious her nurse was an excellent lip reader. "Completely serious."
Her body flew against the hospital covers as depression cast victory over her. It's bad that I don't remember anything, but I can't talk either. This is going to be a great remaining time in the hospital, she thought bitterly.
A few cluttering objects caught her attention as Yaya came over with two boxes and a large stack of letters. Maybe those will answer my questions. Her eyes bore into the items like the slits of a naughty cat. They held dark greed.
Finally Yaya led her sight up to the gaze of her patient. She wasn't at all shocked. If she were in a coma and finally woken up, she'd want all of the things she could get to find answers about herself.
"You can open these up after you take your medications." Slowly a pout painted itself along Reaven's face. I hate pills. Once the white chalky medication came into sight; her hands darted out and snatched them quickly, eager to open her mail. The pill's texture was indeed chalky and rough against her tounge; she forgot all about it as her hand grabbed the glass Yaya had in her hands and molded her lips against the rim. Crystal clear and ice cold streamed through her lips, the cool sensation numbing her tongue. Slowly the pill slid down her thoat with the current of water and a belch escaped her lips after the process.
"Oh my, an easy belcher we have here!" Amu's face flushed red from her comment. Excuse me, she mouthed. "You're excused honey, ya' needn't be so polite. I belch loud and proud myself!" Yaya's face looked self dignified and pride filled as her index finger laid wedged against her chest. The lids of her eyes remained closed as her lips morphed into a gleeful smile. Finally her eyes shot open and teeth were revealed from behind her plump lips. "I'm such a loud person aren't I?" Without hesitation Amu's head frantically shook. "You're not suppose to agree with me!" It had become Yaya's turn to have her cheeks tinted of a strawberry essence. "You silly thing." Beaming happily the nurse slid into the chair next to Amu.
"You're super funny; you know that Amu?" Amu cast her gaze on Yaya's bright face, cheerful and happy. I guess not really. Amu mouthed. Now when she thought about it, she never ever thought she was funny or even amusing. Yaya's eyes darkened a bit as if in understanding. As quick as the gesture appeared, it disappeared.
"Well; I better get ya' those letters you wanted." Yaya quickly popped of the hard, plastic hospital chair and grabbed the boxes of letters. She returned back to her original spot in a flash and gently dropped the boxes of letters next to her patient.
"Well her you go miss Amu." Yaya sung in a upbeat tone. The cheasnut the turned to glance at her wristwatch and gasped in horror. "I'm going to be sooo late for my reservation!" She yelled, nearly tripping her way to the door. Yaya dashed out the room only to return. "Take care Amu, and the Doctor will be here shortly." Once again the cheasnut disappeared into the hospital hallway.
Now with another distraction gone, Amu turned her attention the letters. Anticipation seem to claw at her at every angle. She grabbed the one on the top in fancy and neat cursive. Her fingers clumsily rip the envelope, leaving fringes at the top. Once she had the letter in her hands, she unfolded it and began to read.
Dear Rea,
Hi this is Rima. Everything happened so fast and it took me weeks to realize what happened to you. I can't wait to see your smiling face again! You always made my day when I'd see you before class and I can't wait to be in your company once again.
The year book committee party was sooo boring without you. I wish you were there to party with us, spicing it up. Other than that, the food was good but I really miss you signature chocolate cake. All of the desserts there were healthy and none were really good. You are quite the chef!
Once your out of the hospital can we meet up again? Maybe we should go on a trip together also, like to the nearby beach? That would be so cool!
Anyway take care!
Your Friend,
Rima Mashiro
The letter brought Amu disappointment, but nonetheless she now knows she had a friend. Amu couldn't possibly think when she'd learn of her release date. Not anytime soon, she thought bitterly. Now when she thought about it, she'd most likely have to stay to learn how to walk again and for more examinations.
Amu only hoped that at least a few of these letter would tell her more. She didn't want to face an eternal disappointment streak with these two boxes of letters. Amu held the thin paper between her fingers, looking down at it before placing the letter aside on the small table next to her stationary stretcher. Amu sighed, but decided to move on to the next one.
Dear Amu-nip,
I miss you soooooo much Amu-nip. When I noticed you didn't show up for our date I got really worried and knew something was up. I just can't believe that my girl got hurt and I wasn't told about it immediately. But never mind about that Amu-nip, I want you to know that I love as always and hope to see you soon.
Love packages from your loving boyfriend,
Tadase Hotori
PS,.
I still remember the time you dress as a cowgirl for Halloween and I went with you as a cowboy. Did we have fun then! Once you get this letter, try to call me at the number below. Once you're out of that dinky old hospital everything will turn back to normal. We'll even start partying right away. I want you to know that if you need a place to stay drop by my house.
Another pointless letter. But now she knew she had a friend and a boyfriend. Both of the letters didn't tell her much for they were brief and light. Amu would have to look for the heaviest letter later. It would've been better if she had letters from family on the top.
Amu let her head drop back against the pillows, her frustration getting the best of her. I'd have to read half of the letters to even get a decent idea of how my life was. She thought menacingly.
The patient began to reach for another letter just as the door cracked open wider, the screech causing searing pain within her ears. When Amu look up she saw a man with messy Mid-night blue tresses in an old fashioned pair of cheaters.
"Hello miss Hinamori, I'm Doctor Tsukiyomi." The doctor said in a deep, rich tone. His eyes seemed to pierce Amu in such an intensity she nearly fainted. "You're in here because of an accident," he said slowly, as if to let me process the information. "You're suffering from trauma due to brain damage from the impact of the colliding cars." He seem to throw the info at Amu only in one breath. It was starting to become overwhelming for Amu to hold onto what he was saying.
The doctor seemed to notice she was having problems. "We'll discuss more about this later. Right now I'm going to run some blood work and see your sugar and cholesterol levels.
As Doctor Tsukiyomi went out into the hallway to grab the necessary items needed for blood work testing. Amu became nervous and the Heart-Beat Tracker became louder the more she thought of blood. The thick, scarlet liquid kept taunting her fear. I hate blood. Thought Amu.
The open window let a breeze escape into the room, and she shivered continuously as if she were in the tundra. Finally, Amu couldn't take it any longer and dove under her covers; snuggling into them like an overstuffed teddy bear. The clicking of dress shoes brought her head to peak out of the covers. Amu's honey eyes the only thing appearing from the white waves of the cover.
"Ms. Hinamori," Said the Doctor. "I need you to come out so I can run your blood work." Amu still kept up resistance. After several minutes of pleading, Dr. Tsukiyomi was becoming aggravated. "Ms. Hinamori!" He yelled. "Get from out of the covers now!"
Now Amu was terrified. She wasn't even going to try to come out now. Amu her the Doctor scuff and briskly walk out of the room. She heard the click of his dress shoes return minutes later to come dangerously close to her bed. The covers shifted briefly when she felt a stinging sensation in her arm. It took her a matter of seconds to realize it was a needle and the medicine within it only took seconds to take her under.
Now that Doctor Tsukiyomi had his patient unconscious, he brought the baggie and needle to the small side table next to her bed. He executed his job quickly and thoroughly and began to exit the room just as he looked back. She has a beautiful face when sleeping. He thought. But as soon as he thought of that he scolded himself. She's my patient, he thought bitterly. It is against protocol to think like that. He mused miserably. She won't remember me anyways. She has amnesia and maybe it's for the best.
Dr. Tsukiyomi turned quickly to run down the hallway to his next patient. I hope you get better Amu. Whispered Dr. Tsukiyomi.
