Chapter Two – Forgotten

The car came to a halt as the male that occupied it half kicked open the door, he rushed to the front of the car to discover a fragile womanly figure lying on the road. It was dark, he could barely see anything but the dark outline of the body that made no movement. Cursing to himself, the mysterious man bent down and lifted the woman into his arms, taking her to the car. After laying her into the backseat, he made sure she was breathing before jumping into the driver's chair.

Hitting the car into drive gear, the man sped to the one and only hospital available in Kalm. As he drove, he managed to take another glimpse at the form sitting in the back seat, wishing with all his heart that the extra passenger was going to be okay as he focused back on driving. An uncontrollable urge made him hit the steering out of frustration with his two fists. How couldI have been so stupid as to talk on his cell phone and drive? He thought. He'd been so caught up in a conversation that he hadn't spotted the woman until he was approximately ten meters away.

He was lucky that he'd been driving at a reasonable pace, so he'd managed to slam the brakes. But when the car didn't stop fast enough, he had reached for the park brake and pulled hard, then braced himself for the collision. The accident could have resulted far worse if it wasn't for the reasonable car speed and the park brake. But he didn't have enough luck for he still knocked the woman down.

Now pulling up to the hospital, he didn't care about parking. He simplyhit thebrakes, parked in no particular spot, got the woman out, and then went running into the emergency wing. Within minutes of bringing the woman in, she was settled down onto a hospital bed and wheeled into a room where a doctor commenced treating her. Throughout this, all the mysterious man could do was fall onto a vacant seat, tapping his feet to the floor.

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Approximately an hour or so afterwards, the doctor emerged from one of the small operation rooms, approaching the now furiously foot-tapping man.

"Mr. Reeve?" Called the doctor.

The man responded by standing and closing the remaining distance that separated him fromthe doctor.

"Yes? Is she alright?" Replied the man.

The doctor smiled softly at the worried man. "She's been sent to room 88 on the second floor. She's still sleeping, but I've stitched up some wounds. There's a couple of bruises here and there andsome swelling. The most serious injury is a cracked bone in her left arm, nothing too serious." Informed the professional, giving some time for the man to digest the information he had just provided. "But after all that, she's perfectly fine," assured the doctor. "I think you should go and see her, she'll be awake soon. I'm sure she'd want to see a friend when she wakes."

At the doctor's last sentence, the man shook his head "No, you see, I hit her with my vehicle by accident. So we're not really friends," the man clarified.

"A car accident?" The doctor responded.

The man nodded.

"Well I'm sure you'd like to go and explain yourself then, Mr. Reeve." The doctor stated with finality.

The man gave a brief nod, "Nicholas will do," He said as he began turning to the lifts.

At the sight of the young man's retrieving back, the doctor hesitated for a moment finally went with his own instincts. "Nicholas," he shouted after the young man after a short while of debating in his mind. He watched as Nicholas came to a sudden halt, and shifted to face him.

The man raised one of his eyebrows at the doctor, seeming to question him in what he wanted. He observed as the doctor averted his gaze to the floor, and then lifted his face so that he had his gaze locked with Nick. The doctor was a fairly old man with many years of experience in the medical department. He had seen horrific scenes with patients losing limbs, fingers, or toes. He'd seen everything there was to see in a hospital which made him one of the top doctors in the small town for his precise and accurate treatment. Now as the doctor stood immobile, he wasn't sure whether he should be stacking more bad news to the young man who had just survived a car crash.

"Yes doc?" Asked Nicholas who saw the deep frown on the professional's face.

"Well…" The doctor began which made Nicholas tense. "Since the woman is still unconscious, we're not really sure whether everything is alright with her until she's awake. So when you see her, and she shows some signs of instability, please get help. Seek a doctor or a nurse as soon as possible, the quicker the better so we can hopefully treat her earlier." The doctor informed. He wasn't the type to keep bad news away from a person. He felt that he owed his patients the truth, no matter what circumstances.

Managing a curt nod of understanding,Nick made his way to the lifts again. Stepping into the empty lift, he pushed the second floor button. The elevator moved as Nicholas remained silent in his own presence as guilt trickled into his blood. After hearing the doctor's warning that the woman might suffer from an even more horrible injury, he couldn't relax and convince himself that everything was okay. Pessimism sunk deep into his skin when the elevator reached first floor. As more people filed in, Nicholas was forced to move aside.

The elevator's journey up to second floor appeared to be the longest ride. In fact, Nick was feeling so guilty that he appeared to be suffocating in the tiny lift with at least six people occupying it. He attempted to take in deep calming breaths, but nothing helped. He simply needed to get off the lift. At that very thought, just as he was about to push all the buttons in a desperate attempt to get out, the doors slid open, as he half jumped onto steady ground. Standing in that very spot for a couple of moments, Nick regained some of his cool.

After calming himself, from the sudden conclusions he was jumping to and the guilt that abruptly crept up on him, Nick looked straight ahead to spot a sign that gave directions. Rooms 75 to 100 was to the left, so he commenced walking, feeling a little nauseous. It had been his first to ever feel so trapped and scared. As he approached the end of the corridor, he paused and there printed neatly, and clearly on the door was the number 88.

Stepping up to the door, he rested his hand on the door knob, feeling hesitant. Nick gave a deep sigh, turning the door knob after a long while contemplating. The door stood ajar now, as brunette lying on the bed came visible. She didn't appear too worn and torn, but swelling and bruising were noticeable on her bare arms. Her eyes were closed, appearing to be so unaware of the world. Full red lips protruded, with a smooth pretty nose, and long brown hair framing her face. As Nicholas studied the woman, the guilt melted away as he watched, intrigued. She was a prize to behold.

Moving noiselessly, he stood beside her bed and turned his gaze away to pull a chair close to sit by her bedside. Turning his gaze away for only a second, Nick shifted back to stare at the closed eyed woman only to realize she was no longer sleeping.

A pair of beautiful brown eyes greeted him as the woman used her arms to push herself up into a sitting position. She had barely applied any pressure onto her arms before wincing aloud in pain.

Nick's arm immediately shot out to steady her, "Don't move," he commanded.

The woman twisted out of his grip and she leaned away from him. "Who are you?" She queried in a tone full of caution. She then examined her surroundings, "And where am I?"

She kept a close eye on the man so he wouldn't touch her again. He made no move to touch her, but simply gave a deep dramatic sigh. "You're at the Kalm hospital and I'm Nicholas Reeve. I was the one who caused you to be here, and I got you in this commotion." He explained.

"Commotion?" She repeated confused.

"Yes. A car crash to be precise," he clarified and cleared his throat. He'd seen the cautious way she stared at his hands, and understood that she was scared of him. "Is there anyone I can call? A friend or a relative? And what's your name? So I can tell them that you're here in hospital." Nick offered, trying his best to obtain a little of her trust. He didn't like the injustice of being seen as a pervert.

He observed her as she placed a slim hand to her head. "Friends? My name?" She repeated weakly, with a deep frown creasing her brows.

Dropping her hand her eyes never reached his, as she shook her head at him and opened her mouth to speak. "I- I don't know…" She stuttered, sounding so lost.

Nicholas' eyes widened at her last statement. How can a person not know their own name? Was this woman showing unusual signs?

He stood abruptly from his seat, "You wait here, and I'll get a doctor." He stated and half ran from the room. It appeared the woman had forgotten about things, things that needed to be remembered.

A/N: Here I present to you readers out there Chapter Two! Within this chapter I also present my invented character Nicholas Reeve! There is no actual description of him yet... So I'll allow your minds to run wild in what he looks like for a while. I hope you do enjoy this... It's a little different, but this new character was needed in order for the story to work. So after reading please do review! It allows me to continue typing away. Numerous thanks! And I'll definitely be back with chapter three. Keep safe until then. Cheerio :D