Accidents Happen For a Reason
Chapter Four: Who?
The stark smell of bleach was overwhelming. She scrunched her eyes at the bright light that was sipping through her closed eyelids. She felt powerless and heavy, like her whole body was just dead weight.
Her fingers twitched slightly with what little strength she could muster. She tried to open her eyes, but it was like her eyelids were made of lead. She felt herself slipping back into unconsciousness.
…
She tried desperately to open her eyes and see what's around her. Where was she? Why couldn't she open her eyes? As the blinding light slowly subsided, she could eventually crack an eye open. Everything was blurry, but her eyes and take a look around at her surroundings.
She was at the hospital.
The room was pristine clean and gloomy. Typical hospital bed, IV and monitors. She wore a puzzled expression, wondering why she would be there. She questioned herself if she was dead, but then she concluded that she wasn't or her heart monitor would show a flat line, not green mountains on the monitor's screen and she wouldn't still be in the uncomfortably stiff hospital bed, she'd be in a morgue or something.
The walls were a pasty white color and the linens were creamish, but there were dozens of flowers, chocolates and balloons all around her. There was a huge stack of letters scattered over the bedside table. Instead of feeling more motivated to get better, she was bewildered, did someone care about her that much to buy all of that stuff. Who did that and why?
She could not remember how she got there, her mind was fuzzy, but she did know for sure that she wanted out as soon as possible. Preferably right now. She pulled on the IV line and felt sharp pain. Seems that unplucking IV is only easily done in the movies.
She tried to get comfortable by inching her head to the side, but all she got was a wave of pain. She groaned. Her head hurt, her whole body hurt actually. What happened to send her here? Why was she in so much pain?
Her eyes traveled to her own body. A thin white blanket was placed over her, but she could see a hospital gown peeking out from under it. She weakly lifted the covers above her. She didn't see anything wrong with her; no bruises; no casts; no cuts.
A woman wearing hospital scrubs came into the room. She looked up from the clipboard in her hand and stopped abruptly, her face contorting to shock.
"Oh, you're a-awake!" She exclaimed with a hand over her chest where her heart would be. "How are you feeling?"
"Um, I don't feel very well. Can you please tell me why I'm here?" She asked, rubbing circles into her wrist.
"You were in a car accident, don't you remember?" The nurse asked. She came towards her and started checking her IV.
The girl watched her nurse in wariness. She didn't like the closeness when she already felt cramped. "No, I don't recall," she said.
"Well you were. I heard that you were very heroic, pushing those two boys out of the way." She shook her head, "It's a shame you got hit by the vehicle instead. They visit you almost everyday, such nice boys."
"Oh…" She couldn't quite believe it. Shouldn't she remember that? Well she didn't, in fact, she couldn't remember anything. Who is she? How old is she? Does she have any family? "Do you know who I am?"
The nurse's eyes widened and she stopped what she was doing, "Darling, don't you?"
"No."
"I'll go get the doctor and inform him of the situation." The girl watched as the lady scurried out the door, closing it quietly behind her. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"What do you mean 'she has amnesia'?" Yasuchika mimicked the poor nurse who had the displeasure of informing the teens who came to visit their 'friend'. "Ow, you ass!" He sneered at his friend who whacked him upside the back of his head.
"It means she can't remember anything, Baka. Don't be rude to her, it's not her fault." Satoshi scolded with a glare.
In all honesty they were just happy she woke up. They had almost lost hope. She's been in a coma for three months! It was a miracle she even survived, they were all surprised when she had. Was it really shocking that she would develop amnesia? No, it wasn't, but that didn't mean they were happy about it.
They knew her name: Akatsuki, Noriko, an orphan. Her social worker came by once every week. They asked questions since the doctors weren't allowed to tell them anything, but her social worker said her information was confidential so she only gave out a name, age and birthdate. Yasuchika has a feeling he she didn't give anymore information than that because she didn't know anything else.
"Well when can we see her?" Yasuchika asked.
"I'm not positive, Doctor Asahina is currently doing various MRI's and tests while she's awake." The nurse said. "Maybe you should come back tomorrow, you'll be able to see her then."
Before Yasuchika could objective, Satoshi took him by the arm and said, "We'll come back tomorrow."
A/N: Super short chapter I know, don't kill me *hides behind Takashi* but I've had my hands unhealthily full as of late and I didn't want a late update. I'm sorry, the pressure is on and I'm so stressed. My mind has been elsewhere. The next chapter will be longer. They'll all meet yada yada ya~