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"A guy came in the front desk with the patient. He said her name was Amanda Smith," a low female voice whispered.
Who's Amanda? I tried to open my eyes but my head started spinning, throbbing, as if someone's banging it with a hammer, making me shut my eyes tighter.
"Are you sure, Cheryl? Do we have any records of her?" another voice whispered.
"Well, so far, not that I know of, Dr. Robinson," Cheryl replied, not in a whisper anymore. I guess they assumed that I was fast asleep.
"Did the man who came in give us any contact information?" Dr. Robinson asked.
"Yes, he said that his name was Paul Slater. He left us her parents' contact information,"
A moment of silence passed. "Do you know why she has bruises on her body?" the doctor asked with concern.
"I did ask Mr. Slater. He gave me a funny look and just shrugged. He said that he just found her some where but didn't specify the place," Cheryl said. "I have a feeling though that Mr. Slater knows more than what he told me. He may have been involved with what happened with Ms. Smith here."
"Now, now, Cheryl. How could you possibly think that? The man brought the lady down here. He practically saved her."
"But it was just a hunch. I mean, don't you think it's kind of weird he didn't even give HIS phone number, just in case?"
"That is a bit odd. Nonetheless, we will keep Ms. Smith here in the hospital for now. Then, we'll call her family and let them know." Dr. Robinson said. "I suggest we leave now and have Lucy take care of her for the meantime."
"Yes, ma'am,"
Footsteps followed and the sound of the door closing, telling me that I was alone in the white painted room.
Listening to the silence that followed, I couldn't help but wonder:
Who the hell is Paul Slater and…why am I in a hospital?
Sorry about the short ―VERY short― chapter. I just needed to let this memory out in the open since it's kind of important. :)
