I dont have the original documents anymore, so I couldnt scan for it, so I forgot if I gave Mike and Nadia a surname or not . I gave them one here, but if you remember seeing one or come across one at any point before this, could you please message me so I can fix it.

Also, does anyone know a way to get the writing off of here and into a word document? Microsoft works wont let me copy and paste, so I currently have none of the original story on my computer...Thanks.

Recovery

A stretcher charged up the ramp at the back of the hospital and through the doors into Accident and Emergency, barely pausing to allow a nurse to remove the girl's bag that had been placed next to her head on the makeshift bed. The girl herself was still unconscious, her mocha skin a little paler than it should have been, and her right arm being held across her stomach by a paramedic.

They had been expecting her since they got a call about fifteen minutes ago. A couple of doctors had scrubbed up and prepared a surgery room for her, where she would have pins placed in her arm to hold the bones steady while they re-set themselves. That was where she was headed now, even though she was still to regain consciousness.

If they didn't act quickly the bone would try to reset itself, and they would have to break it again.

The nurse took the girl's bag to the nurse's station and placed it on her desk, sitting down before she flipped it open. She ruffled through the many contents of the little blue bag until she found what she was looking for: A purse.

Though it would be much easier to identify patients, they were not allowed to use a patient's mobile phone while they were not conscious. The rules stated they had to ask permission to go through a mobile phone, and that meant in many accident cases it could take several days to identify the victims than the few seconds it would take to find a contact labelled 'mother' or 'father' in their mobile address book.

Even so, this girl was carrying I.D. It was a discount card for under eighteen's for the bus, and had a photograph and a name to confirm it's owner. Now it was just a matter of inserting the name into the computer system, and her records and contact numbers would be brought up onto the screen.

Maybe not as efficient as a mobile, but it worked.

The nurse, Wanda, pressed the 'external calls' button on the phone on her desk, then tapped in the number for the girl's Father, the only relative listed on her file. As the phone rang she cast her eyes over to the surgery the girl had been wheeled into, whispering a silent prayer for a safe surgery as she waited for the girl's Father to pick up.

XoXoX

Nadia had never felt so terrible.

The first thing she became aware of when she woke was the incredible pain in her arm and head. Both of them where thumping with pain, but her arm was worse. It felt as if it had been through a crusher, every nerve ending screaming out for some kind of pain relief.

Instead of opening her eyes, she screwed them shut against the pain and let out a small whimper. The bright lights around her were shining through her eyelids, casting a yellow hue on the blackness inside her head. She tried to pull herself upright with her other arm, but instantly regretted it as every muscle in her body strained and ached with the movement.

"It's alright, Nadia." she heard a voice say, and a cool hand touched the back of her hand as she slipped back down to her original position. She tried to regulate her breathing and calm herself down but the deep breaths seemed to be making her panic even more, especially as she hadn't recognised the voice next to her.

Finally, after two failed attempts, she managed to get her eyes open to slits. None of the lights were directly above her, but the glare was disrupting her vision as she tried to focus her tired eyes on the ceiling she was now gazing at. It was high and pale cream, and there was a curtain rail going around her like a bubble, the curtains shut, keeping her from the outside world.

I'm in hospital? she though, blinking against the glare of the lights, trying to open her eyes more and more with each one. What happened?

"Can you hear me?" the voice asked, and Nadia squinted in concentration. Maybe she did recognise that voice, it was beginning to sound familiar, but try as she might she couldn't put a face to it. She opened her mouth to answer, to say a simple 'yes', but she couldn't get the words to form in her throat. A gargled cough was all she could manage, and the hand clasped hers a little tighter.

She didn't feel like she had the energy to turn her head.

"Go find a nurse," said another voice, and this one she definitely recognised. Without even thinking she turned her head to her right, and a feeling of relief flooded her system when she set eyes on her Father. He was facing another boy that Nadia couldn't quite recognise, but she was sure she'd seen him before. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his dark hair flat and unstyled against his head. In a less fuzzy condition, she would have frowned at the bright, new bruise he sported on his left eye.

The boy, who looked a little older than herself, she noted, stood from his own seat andslipped his hands into the crutches that were resting against his chair. She sent Nadia a worried glance before slipping through the curtains, taking a second to stop and pull them shut behind him.

Her Father turned to look at her directly and she managed a smile when he leaned forwards and stroked her cheek, even if it was a little strained with pain. She opened her mouth again and concentrated on forming the words in her head, finally managing to get out them out. Her voice was thick and drowsy, almost as if she were drunk, and the concern on her Father's face grew.

"Wha' 'appn'd?" she'd struggled to get out.

"You were in an accident," said the voice on the other side of the bed, their hand now stroking the back of Nadia's soothingly. Very slowly, she turned her head in the pillow to look at her other side. Beside her was a woman she couldn't recognise or name, though again she had the feeling she'd seen her before. She assumed she was a nurse, or maybe a teacher at her school, but none of those seemed right to her. "You…you were hit by a car, Nadia."

Nadia frowned. She didn't remember being hit by a car, or even being in a near accident. Ever. She turned her head to look at her Father again, the only familiar thing to her fuzzy mind, and sent him a questioning look. She wanted him to say there was a mistake, and to wake up, but he simply nodded his head slowly as he took in his broken daughter,

Though she had come off very well for being hit by a car, Nadia was not in good shape physically. Her right arm had been broken in many places and was wrapped in a thick plaster cast, the metal pins holding her shattered arm together just poking out of the plain white, rock hard material. On top of that she had tarmac burns down the right hand side of her cheek and neck, and her bottom lip was swollen and split.

Seeing his beautiful girl so battered and bruised made Mike very angry, and he clenched his fists at his sides when Nadia looked back at the ceiling, taking in what she was being told. The last thing she remembered was going to school the morning her Father was due to marry the woman he'd told her about, and being very excited she was about to get a new mother and be a bridesmaid.

Then she'd woken up here, bruised and battered. None of it made sense to her.

One of the curtains was pulled away, and everyone looked up to watch the bruised boy hobble back into the family's bubble of confusion and retake his seat next to Mike. Behind him, a doctor smoothed the curtain back against the corner of the booth before moving to pick up Nadia's chart from the end of her bed, yet to acknowledge anyone at all.

Instantly, Mike didn't like him. He was very skinny and poorly built, with thin rimmed, round glasses balanced precariously on his nose. The white coat he was wearing swamped his tiny frame but hung short on his wrists, not quite reaching his hands when they hung by his sides. He wasn't wearing a name badge either, and his short blonde hair was spiked straight up with gel.

Nick and his mother exchanged glances while Mike stared the young lad down, seemingly on the edge of kicking off for some reason or other. When the doctor finally looked up from Nadia's notes his face was grim as he pushed his glasses back up his nose. He asked Mike and Nancy to step outside with him and quickly closed the curtains behind him, concern written across his face.

"Mr. Mustofa," he stated grimly, looking the man in the eyes. "As I'm sure you're already aware, your daughter's accident has resulted in a broken arm as well as the mild disfigurement of her face…"

Something close to a growl rumbled up from Mike's throat, and Nancy swallowed hard, keeping her composure next to her easily angered husband. "Mild disfigurement?" he spat, holding the agitatingly calm doctor's gaze as he threw a hand in his daughter's direction, "Have you seen her face? She looks like she was dragged across hot coals!"

"Sir, if I may continue," the doctor added when he had finished, tapping the back of the chart still in his hands. "There are more concerning prognoses with your daughter's health than skin that will heal. While she has no internal bleeding, we took scans of her head because of the external bleeding that was noticed in the ambulance. The nature of the bruising suggests not only did she hit her head on the road, but she also hit the other side on the bonnet of the car with a great force. I'm sorry to tell you that she may have suffered some brain damage."

Her Father seemed to reel. "Brain damage?" he repeated, blinking at the doctor as he nodded sorrowfully. "She seemed fine when we were talking to her."

"Brain damage can come in many forms, Mr. Mustofa." The doctor flipped the front page of Nadia's chart over to look at the second, which was scrawled with notes from other doctors and nurses around two scans. "While some have to learn to walk and talk again, others just lose a part of their memory. It is also common for such problems to alleviate themselves, almost spontaneously, while others persist for life."

Nancy's eyes widened. "She seemed to look right through me, when she woke." She informed the doctor, unaware of the slight glare Mike was giving her for insinuating his daughter was damaged. "Like she didn't know me."

The doctor nodded once again, taking a pen from his pocket and scrawling something down. "It is very probable that she has lost her memory, as her other functions seem to remain intact. We want to keep her in for a few days and run a few more tests, to check the extent of the damage."

"And what if she lost her memory?" Mike interjected, taking his gaze from Nancy to look back at the doctor. "She remembered me just fine. What is she likely to have forgotten? And how can we make her better?"

The doctor pushed his glasses back up his nose. "It is likely she has lost a certain timeframe, rather than specific memories. She may have forgotten the events of the last year, or it may just be the last two weeks or the last month." He looked at Nancy for some kind of acknowledgement of understanding, and she was nodding slowly, remembering both she and Nick had only been in Nadia's life for about a month.

He looked back at Mike. "As for getting her back to normal, she might have forgotten those events forever, but you can try and help her remember. Take her to places and show her photos, try and get her mind to recall what happened there or on that day."

"And that will fix her?" He asked, looking past the doctor worriedly at his daughters cubicle. The doctor dropped the notes to his side and shook his head sadly.

"She might never remember," he said sadly. "But it's worth a try."