He opened his eyes.
He couldn't see anything for the first couple of minutes, but then he eyes got used to the light. It was about that time the headache hit him. It just came and made it impossible for him to think.
He looked around in the room. It was a small white room. Besides the bed, which he was lying in, were there only a little table, a chair and a sink, which had a mirror over it.
The door opened and a man dressed in a white coat came in.
"Oh, you are awake. Welcome to the world of the living."
"Were…were am I?"
The man sat down on the chair.
"At St. Lucas hospital. I'm Dr. Bellman, your doctor."
"My doctor?"
"Yeah, you have been unconscious in around a week."
The boy felt back on his pillow. He tried to think, but the headache stopped him. The doctor took some papers from the end of the bed.
"Well, since you are awake, then maybe you can cast some light over the whole situation."
Dr. Bellman took a pen from his pocket.
"First, what is your name?"
The boy tried to think, but yet again the headache stopped him. The doctor wrote something down on the papers.
"Okay, can you then tell me what happened?"
"I can't remember."
The doctor looked up from the paper.
"Is there anything you can remember?"
The boy shook his head.
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The boy was sitting in the sofa and saw TV. It was almost two weeks since he had awakened and he had got a little better every minute since then. Today he had only one time had the headache.
He heard someone sneaking up behind him.
"Hi Gary."
Gary sat down beside him.
"Whew! You are good, but some day I going to success."
The boy smiled.
"So Jake, what are you seeing."
Jake…the boy liked the name, but somehow he knew it wasn't his. The memory of how he got the name still stood strong in his memory. The day, that he had come round from his unconsciousness, had Dr. Bellman told him just as he was about to go, that he had a visitor. Somehow had he imagined it to be a girl with…but it turned out to be a man. He presented himself as Gary McCoy. First the boy thought he was his older brother, but he wasn't. He had be the one who had found the boy two weeks before.
Gary had been very easy to talk to, so they had very quickly become friends. He was able to get the boy to forget his amnesia for a time, so the boy was always looking forward to his visits, which were every day.
One day Gary suggested that, they found a more normal name to the boy rather that John Doe, which was what the hospital called one in Jake's position. They had after talking for hours come up whit the name Jake. Jake, it was his name for now. It gave him a sense of security that he was going to find out who he was.
"Jake, are you okay? Is it one of your headaches?"
He woke up from his thoughts and saw that Gary was looking worried at him.
"No, I was just thinking."
"Any news?"
The boy shook his head.
"Well, then I have some."
The hope rose in the boy. Had Gary found his family?
"I have just talked to Dr. Bellman. He says you are fit enough to get out of here."
"But where…I don't have?"
Gary laid a hand on his shoulder.
"I have asked them if I could take you home with me and they have agreed."
"But how?"
"You are ready to be discharge and since it almost is Christmas is it very hard to get a place for you at a home. So I asked them if it was okay, if I took you to St. John. Do you want to come home with me?"
St. John was a children's home in the edge of the city. Gary was the superintendent there. It was not big, but due to Gary's stories did the boy know it was very cosy.
The boy nodded.