Elizabeth tried to recognize the room she woke up in. There was a window near the bed letting in the winter sunlight. Her head ached terribly. It was a comfortable bed, though.
"Lizzie?" she heard Jane ask.
"Jane!" Lizzie exclaimed as her sister rushed to her side.
"We were so worried about you. Charles and I dropped everything to get here as soon as we heard what happened!"
"Charles?" Elizabeth asked, trying to think who she knew by that name.
"Mr. Bingley, Lizzie," Jane said, sounding equally confused. "Surely I've called him by his Christian name with you before?"
"Bingley…" She couldn't remember anyone by that name. Elizabeth realized she still didn't know where she was. She squeezed her sister's hand. "Jane, where am I?"
Jane frowned, glancing back at the door. "Do you not know where you are?"
"I imagine I must have been visiting somewhere, and my head hurts, so I suppose I must have hit it. Jane, can you tell me what's going on?"
"You weren't- I mean, you slipped on some ice last week and hit your head on the side of a fountain. It was quite frightening from what Mr. Darcy told us."
"I don't remember that, but I suppose that happens. I take it this is Mr. Darcy's house then? It is quite nice."
"Lizzie? You really don't remember?"
Elizabeth shook her head.
"Excuse me, I-" Jane stopped and got up, quickly exiting the room. Elizabeth heard some muffled talking between Jane and some man. No, there were two men. The voices were obviously different men. "Are you sure?" Jane asked as the door opened again.
Jane stood in the doorway as a man walked in. His face was drawn with worry as he approached the bed. He seemed to know her.
"Elizabeth?" he asked, sitting down in the chair where Jane had just been. The familiarity caused her to tense up. How much had she forgotten? It appeared as if he had been about to take her hand, but he pulled it away.
Elizabeth looked to the door to see a sign from her sister, she had stepped back into the hallway.
"I apologize, Sir," Elizabeth said, "I really don't remember who you are. I assume I should thank you for your hospitality."
The man sighed, closing his eyes. He put his hand to his mouth, nervously contemplating. "What is the last thing you remember before you woke up?"
Elizabeth stopped, trying to think. "I remember being at home. I remember Mother trying to get father to go visit the gentleman who had just moved to Netherfield Park. But that couldn't have been when I fell; it was summer. Goodness, what was that man's name?"
The man's face fell. He stood up without a word and walked out of the room.
She heard Jane's voice again. "You really think I should tell her?"
"Darcy, don't you think we should ask the doctor first?"
"Bingley, I- I don't know."
Bingley! Elizabeth suddenly remembered. The man who had just moved to Netherfield Park. But-
"Lizzie," Jane said, rushing back into the room. "Lizzie, we're going to call for the doctor. I hope he'll know what to do."