A/N: Don't ask me how this came about. Apparently this is the least screwed up story of the bunch, so yup, here we are, once again.
I hold my breath as the person burst in through the door. There's this deep seated fear that I'm in serious trouble, just because I saw that "nurse" that stole my breath away. It's like I did something wrong without even knowing why.
It's too late to pretend to be asleep, and with the backrest of my bed in an upright position, it's going to look super phony if I attempt to do so anyway. The big nurse that injected drugs into my IV bag scrutinize the small room from end to end, even yanking the chain taut to make sure it is still secured. She stares hard at me, and the next words seems to be directed at me. "Looks like it's just Holly forgettin' to unlock the door before she leaves again. It's incredible how off the handle you've make her become, worrying 'bout you are tryin' to skedaddle all the time and pitching a hissy fit when we find you. Bless her heart, that wonderful woman, for forgiving you time and again. Now aren't you precious?"
Satisfied, she does a double take at the pee bag before pulling the thin sheet over my abdomen. "I'm fixin' to that bag of yours tonight, you ungrateful young'un."
Holly? This name sounds vaguely familiar. I ran away from her? It's very strange how all these people seem to know me, yet I have no clue who they are at all. But they must all be connected to me somehow, or at least the situation I am now in. At the very minimum, I know this Holly person visited me once or more.
The nurse walk over to push the button on the remote to bring the bed down into a flat position again. I touch her hand with the pads of my finger slightly before she lowers the cot completely, hoping that she would understand that it's more comfortable in a slightly raised position. She swat my hand away, holding out a filled syringe as a threat and keeping her hold on the button until the bed is in full recline.
I close my eyes and lay still, hoping that she would figure that it means I am trying to comply with her and not to shoot me up with something again. I need to stay awake, like the pretty fake nurse said, right? As I hear her footsteps fading out of the room with the door slamming shut, I mentally count to three hundred, squeezing my eyelids shut. I hear the door open and close two more times when I counted to eighty and two hundred thirty six, and wait with tingly nerves as I hit three hundred. Just to be on the safe side, I decide to count to four hundred, but the nurse doesn't drop in again.
It's almost weird that I seem to know what to do, as if the nurse popping her head in is an expected occurrence. Finally feeling safe enough to open my eyes, I notice for the first time that there are the words Guardian(s): D.V. & H.V. on the other side of the wristband.
T.V., H.V., D.V.
Hang on. If H stand for Holly, and V stands for Vega, then… Does this mean that Vega is my last name? Why did that nurse I can't take my eyes off of call me by my last name? What does T even stand for? Taylor? Tina? Tiffany? None of these sound remotely familiar, so I guess they are not my name.
Ok, so on the wild assumption that H.V. is my mom, it would probably make sense to guess that D.V. is my dad, right? Ugh, so frustrating that I don't even have a sliver of memory to confirm my hypothesis.
There's also this even bigger question as to who that mysterious window climbing stranger is. She definitely knows me, that's for sure. I can't wait to get some answers to the million questions running through my head from her.
I actually managed to fall asleep somewhere along the line, and when I regain conscious again, the lights are turned off in the room. Is it night time?
My dreams had been insanely vivid, although most of it are actually the alluring woman appearing up front and center as the protagonist. All of them, at least the ones I remember, are pretty wild: us singing a duet at a sushi restaurant, us sitting on a mat at the beach holding hands and watching the sunset, and us wearing Hawaii shirts and cowboy hats while dancing and laughing at some sort of a festival. There is also another one that stood out: the two of us bouncing around among five other people with distinctive features – a petite short girl with vermillion hair, a dark male with braids and a big smile, a slightly tanned girl with heels that look way too tall, a curly haired bespectacled boy with a puppet atop his hand, and a tall teen with Elvis-like hair, and we were singing on a bus together.
I can't tell if they are "real", as in some of my lost memories, or just extremely lifelike dreams. Forcing myself to focus and think harder doesn't help, and just reinforces the slowly but surely growing dull pain hammering at the sides and back of my head.
The slight creaking coming from the direction of the windows alert me that something is happening. Instinctively, I turn towards the noise, but it is too dark to make out anything. A torch shine into the room and onto my face as the intruder slips in.