k... here the next chapter in my fic. Tell me if it's dumb and doesn't make
any sense.
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BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…
"I wake up dazed. Where am I? Who am I? Something…Something isn't right. I can't remember anything. OOOOOWWWW! My head hurts as I try to lift it. I try to open my eyes but the bright light stops me. I groan. I hear someone walk in.
"I see your finally awake" I groan again. Their voice hurts my ears. It's so lowed. They lower the lights and I finally open my eyes. I am in a room with lots of machines. The room is small with a light green paint on the walls. The man standing in front of me comes and sits beside my bed. He's about 20 with short brown hair. "How are you doing? His voice is so loud, I groan again because it hurts my ears. I whisper as quietly as I can so it won't hurt my ears,
"Where am I?" He looks at me, leans down and whispers quietly,
"Can you speak louder so I can hear you? It hurts my ears but I try anyway, and I manage to spit out a quiet,
"Where am I?" He looks at me with a bit of sadness in his eyes.
"Your in a hospital." Then he adds,
"Does it hurt your ears when I talk loudly?"
I nod my head through the pain.
"Okay" he whispers in my ear, "Do you remember anything?"
I shake my head. The pain is starting to wair off. But he continues,
"Do you know your name? Your age? Who your parents are?"
He stops there. My name? No I can't remember. My age? I never even thought of it. In fact, I can't recall ever having one… And who my parents are? What are parents? I've never heard the word before… He must have seen my puzzled face. "Why don't you tell me what your thinking?" I know I shouldn't. Something tells me not to speak. I'm not sure what, something tells me not to speak unless I'm told to, and he didn't tell me, he asked me… So I guess I shouldn't answer. So I just shake my head no. I'm still confused. I look at his clipboard, there is a number on it. I.C.U. 7-97. 7- 9-7. That number sounds familiar. Something about it. I point to it and give him a questioning look. He looks at what I'm pointing to. Then looks at me, then back at the clipboard.
"7-9-7, does that mean something to you?" It does but I'm not going to tell him that. So I shake my head no. "You know, you are allowed to talk. I know you can. I heard you talk before…" I look at him. He knows I can talk, no point hiding that, but still, I still wonder, who am I?
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BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…
"I wake up dazed. Where am I? Who am I? Something…Something isn't right. I can't remember anything. OOOOOWWWW! My head hurts as I try to lift it. I try to open my eyes but the bright light stops me. I groan. I hear someone walk in.
"I see your finally awake" I groan again. Their voice hurts my ears. It's so lowed. They lower the lights and I finally open my eyes. I am in a room with lots of machines. The room is small with a light green paint on the walls. The man standing in front of me comes and sits beside my bed. He's about 20 with short brown hair. "How are you doing? His voice is so loud, I groan again because it hurts my ears. I whisper as quietly as I can so it won't hurt my ears,
"Where am I?" He looks at me, leans down and whispers quietly,
"Can you speak louder so I can hear you? It hurts my ears but I try anyway, and I manage to spit out a quiet,
"Where am I?" He looks at me with a bit of sadness in his eyes.
"Your in a hospital." Then he adds,
"Does it hurt your ears when I talk loudly?"
I nod my head through the pain.
"Okay" he whispers in my ear, "Do you remember anything?"
I shake my head. The pain is starting to wair off. But he continues,
"Do you know your name? Your age? Who your parents are?"
He stops there. My name? No I can't remember. My age? I never even thought of it. In fact, I can't recall ever having one… And who my parents are? What are parents? I've never heard the word before… He must have seen my puzzled face. "Why don't you tell me what your thinking?" I know I shouldn't. Something tells me not to speak. I'm not sure what, something tells me not to speak unless I'm told to, and he didn't tell me, he asked me… So I guess I shouldn't answer. So I just shake my head no. I'm still confused. I look at his clipboard, there is a number on it. I.C.U. 7-97. 7- 9-7. That number sounds familiar. Something about it. I point to it and give him a questioning look. He looks at what I'm pointing to. Then looks at me, then back at the clipboard.
"7-9-7, does that mean something to you?" It does but I'm not going to tell him that. So I shake my head no. "You know, you are allowed to talk. I know you can. I heard you talk before…" I look at him. He knows I can talk, no point hiding that, but still, I still wonder, who am I?
