2 Weeks Later
Pain. That was all I felt. Nothing else seemed to bother me beside the noises quarreling in my room. I didn't say something like a normal person should. I just lay there, still like a dead body, silent. Once the voices stop I slit open my eyes slowly squinting around the room.
Fear struck me as I tied to recall what happened and what the hell was going on. I gazed around the now empty room, my vision blurred. I moaned in pain as I realized I was hooked up to several IV's. I needed to do something, needed to get out of there, but there was too much pain to endure.
Glancing back around me I noticed several flower bouquets to my right. Most were wilted and a few alive. That made me wonder how long I was in here. As I closed my eyes again I tried to think about what had happened and come to think about it, who was I? A slight moan escaped my lips as I moved my head. Everything ached horribly, my head, my body, whoever I was, I was a complete wreck. Within the next hour, I drifted to sleep by the sound of nurses scattering from room to room within the hall.
I was awoken rudely to someone talking in my room. Opening my eyes and looked at the nurse. "Welcome back to life, Martiza, we thought we lost you there." She said to me hovering over my side checking my vials.
"Maritza? Who's Martiza?" I asked my mind fogged.
"You're suffering from a severe case of amnesia." She replied. I closed my eyes, at this point, wishing I was dead. It would have been better that way. I had so many questions to ask and yet didn't have the strength and will to choke them up. Why would I talk to a stupid nurse anyway?
"You have a few visitors, are you up to see them? They've been pretty worried about you dear." She stared as I observed her. She was an older chunky lady, with a wrinkled face.
"Uhh..yeah I guess." I shrugged slightly stopping as pain raged though my spine. My head ached badly. I allowed her to bring them in even though I wanted to be left alone the most. I wasn't sure who I was, what I was doing here, and what had happened. All I felt was fear and pain.
The nurse nodded to be as she exited the room. I closed my eyes as I heard the door open a few minutes later. Slightly opening my eyes I observed a short guy walk in. He stood by the door, almost scared. He looked at scared as I felt.
"I'm not going to bite." I muttered breaking the tension putting on a small grin even though all I felt like doing was breaking down in tears. He walked over slowly, his hands snuggled in his coat pockets. He wore jeans and a NYPD jacket. I wondered if he was a cop. He walked to the foot of my bed, speechless. I watched him for a second. He looked so familiar and yet, I couldn't put a name to the face.
"Who the hell are you?" I scowled angrily at his stares.
He went to speak a little stunned by my sudden outbreak. I needed answers, and I needed answers now before I totally lost my mind. "Bosco." He choked simply.
"Well that gives me a whole lot of information." I muttered. "Do I know you?"
"Yeah, we worked together." He said simply. I could see the fear in his eyes. He looked dreadfully guilty as he stood there watching me like I was dead or something, tears welled in his hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry." I muttered as he wiped his face. He walked over to my right and sat down.
"I'm the one who's sorry." He said.
"Do you know what happened? Why I'm here, because I surely don't." I said watching his expression.
"There was an accident; we were in a car chase." He muttered. I watched him turn pale. I wasn't sure why at all. I mean, did I look that bad?
"I'm sorry I can't remember you, I can't even remember who I am." I replied.
He nodded simply to me not exchanging anymore words. He just sat there watching me. "You're going to be alright." He kept saying in a hushed tone more to himself then me. I closed my eyes not wanting anymore. I couldn't take it. I was breaking.
-cruz