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to JK Rowling
Chapter 1: Prologue
On a beautiful April morning in the busy London Memorial Hospital a nurse was making his rounds in the coma ward on the fourth floor. Checking pulses, bed pans and IV drips were a normal part of his day. His name was Adam and he had been working in this ward for nearly four months. Although every patient was important to him, he, like most people had one patient that held a special place in his heart. Often times he would return home from a long day at work and tell his wife and kids about the young woman that he cared for. When he approached the young woman in her early twenties that arrived the very week Adam had started his job there he talked to her like usual. "Hi there, Sunshine." He brushed some of her brown, bushy hair off of her face, tucking it behind her ears, and dipping a cloth into warm water he began to wash her face with small gentle strokes.
Adam had taken a particular interest in the young woman because in the months she had spent at the hospital she had not had one single visitor. This was due to the fact that no one knew who the young woman was. The only clue to the woman's identity was a gold necklace around her neck, which held one charm, and a small gold ring on her ring finger on her right hand. The ring was almost certainly a class ring from either high school or college but the school Hogwarts, which was engraved on the ring along with the year 1998, meant nothing to anyone who saw it. The charm was of three letters intertwined, HRH. Since everyone assumed those to be the woman's initials and her arrival in the ward was two days before Christmas, all the staff took to calling her Hollie.
"How have you been today, Hollie?" Adam said to the unconscious girl. He was still cleaning her face with the wash cloth and the warm water. "You are the third person today that I have cleaned up, but I saved the best for last." He was sad to see such a beautiful young woman so alone in the world and he tried to do some research to find her family but came up empty handed. He would often go to the place were she was discovered, a small alley near the museum. He assumed she might have been coming from or going to the museum but questioning the workers there got him nowhere. He also found himself looking in her closet at the torn clothing she arrived in including a plaid skirt, a blouse that at one time must have been white, and a funny looking dark blue robe like thing that was not like the usual coat. According to the tags on the skirt and the blouse they had both come from a well known department store and he was well aware that that would not give him the lead he wanted. The tag on the robe on the other hand might have given him the push he needed but even with all the research he had done, nothing turned up on Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions; it was just another dead end.
He gently squeezed her right hand in his and moved the ring around on her finger. "I will see you tomorrow, Hollie. I do hope you are having sweet dreams." With that, he stood and began exiting the room when he heard a soft moan. He turned on his heal and quickly retraced his steps to the side of her bed with his heart pounding wildly in his chest as if it would burst through at any moment. He grasped her tiny hand in-between his and knelt down beside the bed. To his astonishment he noticed her eyelids begin to flutter and saw her chestnut eyes scanning the room around her. He let out a soft gasp and she turned her head ever so slightly to face him.
"Where am I?" she questioned, her voice barely audible from disuse. She glanced down at her hand that was sandwiched between his and bit her bottom lip in a nervous gesture.
He realized that his mouth was hanging open and that she was searching his eyes for answers when he finally found his voice. "You are in London Memorial Hospital."
"Oh," was her reply. "How long have I been here?"
"Over three months, you got here two days before Christmas. You have been in a coma."
"Three months?" It was more of a statement than a question. She turned her head to the other side to face the window. It was around 6:00 and the sun was just beginning to set allowing a red glow to enter the room and play across her confused face. He noticed her scrunch up her forehead in concentration. "Who am I?" she whispered.
If he had been surprised before he was certainly stunned now. 'She doesn't know who she is?' He thought to himself, 'How horrible'. "We aren't sure. You were found by yourself and with no identification," he began. She turned to face him once again and he noticed the water welling up in her eyes. "You have a necklace on with the letters HRH and a class ring. We have called you Hollie."
"Hollie? That's a pretty name," she answered. "What's your name?"
"My name is Adam. I have been your nurse since you arrived. I am so happy that you are awake."
"Thank you." She began to bite her lip once again and her left hand traveled up to close itself around the charm on the necklace. "What do I do now?"
"Well," he started. "Now you will begin physical therapy and once you are recovered you will be able to leave here." He squeezed her hand and smiled. "I think you should get some rest. I will come see you in the morning." She nodded in reply and he slowly left the room thinking about how to tell this story to his family. Closing the door to the room behind him he observed Hollie still clutching the charm in her left hand and her right hand wiping away the tears that were now flowing freely from her eyes.
~ ~ ~
"That's it, Hollie! You are doing magnificent!" Adam exclaimed. Adam had been given special permission from the hospital administration to work with her on her therapy. It had been a week since Hollie had awakened and she was walking on her own already with no assistance. He had never seen someone so determined, especially since she was such a petite young woman. Barely 5'3" and 115 pounds soaking wet, she made all of them look like pushovers.
Adam had been told the previous day the Hollie would be leaving the hospital tomorrow as she was ready to be out on her own once again. He had managed to get all the staff to donate money for her to help her get on her feet. With the money he collected he was able to pay for the first months rent on a small furnished flat a couple miles away and a job at a bookstore across the street from the flat. He had noticed that reading was something she enjoyed and thought that working at a bookstore would only be appropriate. Adam had also put together a little surprise party after her therapy that day to bid her a fond farewell.
"Ok, Hollie, that's enough. You are as ready as you could ever be," Adam told her. "Lets head back to your room." On the walk back both were fairly quiet which was unusual because Hollie certainly loved to talk, especially to critique the people around her. "What's wrong?"
"I just can't believe I am leaving in the morning," she answered looking down at her feet, a slight frown playing across her lips. "I am going to miss this place and everyone so much. They have been so kind, especially you." She looked up at him and he could see her eyes mist over as she quickly embraced him in a rib breaking hug. He rubbed her back consolingly trying to reassure her without words that everything would be all right.
She let him go and opened the door to the room that had been hers for the past four months. To her astonishment she saw it filled to capacity with people, presents, balloons, decorations and food. A banner was hanging across the windows that read GOOD LUCK HOLLIE, WE'LL MISS YOU! Her eyes filled with tears once again and her lip trembled slightly. She couldn't believe how nice these people were. She felt an arm go around her shoulders and glancing to the right saw Adam's smiling face.
When the party had finished she had been given the key to her new furnished flat, the time and date to show up for her first day of work at Book Classics, kitchen supplies, clothing for various occasions, books and of course, flowers. She sat down on her bed when the last 'guest' had left and wished she had some clue as to what she was like before she came here. Lying down on her bed she cried herself to sleep, not for the last time.
Chapter 1: Prologue
On a beautiful April morning in the busy London Memorial Hospital a nurse was making his rounds in the coma ward on the fourth floor. Checking pulses, bed pans and IV drips were a normal part of his day. His name was Adam and he had been working in this ward for nearly four months. Although every patient was important to him, he, like most people had one patient that held a special place in his heart. Often times he would return home from a long day at work and tell his wife and kids about the young woman that he cared for. When he approached the young woman in her early twenties that arrived the very week Adam had started his job there he talked to her like usual. "Hi there, Sunshine." He brushed some of her brown, bushy hair off of her face, tucking it behind her ears, and dipping a cloth into warm water he began to wash her face with small gentle strokes.
Adam had taken a particular interest in the young woman because in the months she had spent at the hospital she had not had one single visitor. This was due to the fact that no one knew who the young woman was. The only clue to the woman's identity was a gold necklace around her neck, which held one charm, and a small gold ring on her ring finger on her right hand. The ring was almost certainly a class ring from either high school or college but the school Hogwarts, which was engraved on the ring along with the year 1998, meant nothing to anyone who saw it. The charm was of three letters intertwined, HRH. Since everyone assumed those to be the woman's initials and her arrival in the ward was two days before Christmas, all the staff took to calling her Hollie.
"How have you been today, Hollie?" Adam said to the unconscious girl. He was still cleaning her face with the wash cloth and the warm water. "You are the third person today that I have cleaned up, but I saved the best for last." He was sad to see such a beautiful young woman so alone in the world and he tried to do some research to find her family but came up empty handed. He would often go to the place were she was discovered, a small alley near the museum. He assumed she might have been coming from or going to the museum but questioning the workers there got him nowhere. He also found himself looking in her closet at the torn clothing she arrived in including a plaid skirt, a blouse that at one time must have been white, and a funny looking dark blue robe like thing that was not like the usual coat. According to the tags on the skirt and the blouse they had both come from a well known department store and he was well aware that that would not give him the lead he wanted. The tag on the robe on the other hand might have given him the push he needed but even with all the research he had done, nothing turned up on Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions; it was just another dead end.
He gently squeezed her right hand in his and moved the ring around on her finger. "I will see you tomorrow, Hollie. I do hope you are having sweet dreams." With that, he stood and began exiting the room when he heard a soft moan. He turned on his heal and quickly retraced his steps to the side of her bed with his heart pounding wildly in his chest as if it would burst through at any moment. He grasped her tiny hand in-between his and knelt down beside the bed. To his astonishment he noticed her eyelids begin to flutter and saw her chestnut eyes scanning the room around her. He let out a soft gasp and she turned her head ever so slightly to face him.
"Where am I?" she questioned, her voice barely audible from disuse. She glanced down at her hand that was sandwiched between his and bit her bottom lip in a nervous gesture.
He realized that his mouth was hanging open and that she was searching his eyes for answers when he finally found his voice. "You are in London Memorial Hospital."
"Oh," was her reply. "How long have I been here?"
"Over three months, you got here two days before Christmas. You have been in a coma."
"Three months?" It was more of a statement than a question. She turned her head to the other side to face the window. It was around 6:00 and the sun was just beginning to set allowing a red glow to enter the room and play across her confused face. He noticed her scrunch up her forehead in concentration. "Who am I?" she whispered.
If he had been surprised before he was certainly stunned now. 'She doesn't know who she is?' He thought to himself, 'How horrible'. "We aren't sure. You were found by yourself and with no identification," he began. She turned to face him once again and he noticed the water welling up in her eyes. "You have a necklace on with the letters HRH and a class ring. We have called you Hollie."
"Hollie? That's a pretty name," she answered. "What's your name?"
"My name is Adam. I have been your nurse since you arrived. I am so happy that you are awake."
"Thank you." She began to bite her lip once again and her left hand traveled up to close itself around the charm on the necklace. "What do I do now?"
"Well," he started. "Now you will begin physical therapy and once you are recovered you will be able to leave here." He squeezed her hand and smiled. "I think you should get some rest. I will come see you in the morning." She nodded in reply and he slowly left the room thinking about how to tell this story to his family. Closing the door to the room behind him he observed Hollie still clutching the charm in her left hand and her right hand wiping away the tears that were now flowing freely from her eyes.
~ ~ ~
"That's it, Hollie! You are doing magnificent!" Adam exclaimed. Adam had been given special permission from the hospital administration to work with her on her therapy. It had been a week since Hollie had awakened and she was walking on her own already with no assistance. He had never seen someone so determined, especially since she was such a petite young woman. Barely 5'3" and 115 pounds soaking wet, she made all of them look like pushovers.
Adam had been told the previous day the Hollie would be leaving the hospital tomorrow as she was ready to be out on her own once again. He had managed to get all the staff to donate money for her to help her get on her feet. With the money he collected he was able to pay for the first months rent on a small furnished flat a couple miles away and a job at a bookstore across the street from the flat. He had noticed that reading was something she enjoyed and thought that working at a bookstore would only be appropriate. Adam had also put together a little surprise party after her therapy that day to bid her a fond farewell.
"Ok, Hollie, that's enough. You are as ready as you could ever be," Adam told her. "Lets head back to your room." On the walk back both were fairly quiet which was unusual because Hollie certainly loved to talk, especially to critique the people around her. "What's wrong?"
"I just can't believe I am leaving in the morning," she answered looking down at her feet, a slight frown playing across her lips. "I am going to miss this place and everyone so much. They have been so kind, especially you." She looked up at him and he could see her eyes mist over as she quickly embraced him in a rib breaking hug. He rubbed her back consolingly trying to reassure her without words that everything would be all right.
She let him go and opened the door to the room that had been hers for the past four months. To her astonishment she saw it filled to capacity with people, presents, balloons, decorations and food. A banner was hanging across the windows that read GOOD LUCK HOLLIE, WE'LL MISS YOU! Her eyes filled with tears once again and her lip trembled slightly. She couldn't believe how nice these people were. She felt an arm go around her shoulders and glancing to the right saw Adam's smiling face.
When the party had finished she had been given the key to her new furnished flat, the time and date to show up for her first day of work at Book Classics, kitchen supplies, clothing for various occasions, books and of course, flowers. She sat down on her bed when the last 'guest' had left and wished she had some clue as to what she was like before she came here. Lying down on her bed she cried herself to sleep, not for the last time.