A/N: I am sorry for the lack in length of all my chapters. I am posting them how I had them originally posted on DAfans message board, but I think I am going to leave them how they are instead of combinding chapters. Since I will be posting a new chapter everyday, I dont think it should be to bad of a wait for you guys.
Also, as a general rule, I dont research, so anything medical in the next couple of chapters, I made up so if it doesnt sound like it is right, it probably isnt.
Chapter Three
Everything was dark. She was underwater, swimming through some sort of thick liquid, making her limbs heavy, her motions slow and lethargic. She moved through the murkiness, kicking blindly towards the pinpoint of light in front of her. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't seem to get closer. Fighting, refusing to give up, she swam, fighting to breathe, fighting to live.
Max conciseness on the third day after the car had hit her, choking violently on the respirator. She struggled forward, grabbing at the tubes coming out of her mouth. A nurse ran into the room and pushed her back onto the bed, ripping the adhesive tape from around her mouth, sliding the tube out of Max's throat.
She lay back, exhausted, coughing violently into her hand. She was gasping for breath, desperately trying to breathe normally, but failing horribly. A doctor rushed into the room, moving quickly despite her high heels. She stopped abruptly, seeing Max awake. "Welcome back. Do you know what happened?"
Max shook her head weakly. "No, where am I?" She asked, her voice scratchy and weak.
"You are in the hospital, you were hit by a car. Jog your memory?"
Again, Max shook her head. The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell me your name?"
Max opened her mouth, as if to speak, then her eyes got big as she frantically realized that she not only couldn't remember her name, but anything for that matter.
Also, as a general rule, I dont research, so anything medical in the next couple of chapters, I made up so if it doesnt sound like it is right, it probably isnt.
Chapter Three
Everything was dark. She was underwater, swimming through some sort of thick liquid, making her limbs heavy, her motions slow and lethargic. She moved through the murkiness, kicking blindly towards the pinpoint of light in front of her. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't seem to get closer. Fighting, refusing to give up, she swam, fighting to breathe, fighting to live.
Max conciseness on the third day after the car had hit her, choking violently on the respirator. She struggled forward, grabbing at the tubes coming out of her mouth. A nurse ran into the room and pushed her back onto the bed, ripping the adhesive tape from around her mouth, sliding the tube out of Max's throat.
She lay back, exhausted, coughing violently into her hand. She was gasping for breath, desperately trying to breathe normally, but failing horribly. A doctor rushed into the room, moving quickly despite her high heels. She stopped abruptly, seeing Max awake. "Welcome back. Do you know what happened?"
Max shook her head weakly. "No, where am I?" She asked, her voice scratchy and weak.
"You are in the hospital, you were hit by a car. Jog your memory?"
Again, Max shook her head. The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell me your name?"
Max opened her mouth, as if to speak, then her eyes got big as she frantically realized that she not only couldn't remember her name, but anything for that matter.