He woke up. Where was he? His whole body hurt. How long has he been here? It was pitch black… What's happening, he was so confused. Then a question popped into his head, who was he? He was terrified and was thoroughly lost and confused. For what felt like an eternity he thought, trying to remember anything. With all his might, he tried to figure it out. Then somebody burst into the room. Squeaky, wet shoes crossed the floor. The person sat down in the far corner and immediately began sobbing. By the sounds of the wails, he guessed she was a girl and she seemed young.
Not knowing if he could speak he attempted a few times, finally a croak came out in a faint whisper, "Are you ok?" He could tell the girl was startled, he wished he could see her, but he couldn't move and was forced to stare at the ceiling. Something about her voice seemed familiar. That was such a crazy thought, how could anything be familiar, he didn't even know who he was. He talked her down and got a look at her face, a beautiful, tiny young girl, he guessed around 14 or 15. There was just something about that face, he knew it, or part of it.
After seeing the face he felt the need to console her more, he attempted to reach out, not knowing if he should, not even knowing if he could. He was relieved when she extended her arm and put her hand on top of his. He felt comforted and could tell she did as well. After the girl calmed down, he heard the voice of an angry man coming closer, it was also vaguely familiar. It was familiar to the girl as well because she ran out after the voice. Although he could still hear them in the hallway, he felt incredibly alone. His hand ached for the soft touch of her hand again. Body contact felt nice and something about her was so comforting. He heard her and the man walking farther down the hall until they were no longer audible. Just as she burst into his life, she left him alone, terrified and lonely.
It seemed like an eternity went by but it must've only been minutes. He attempted to reach for something to get attention. He was in some sort of hospital, but he could tell he was in a section not often visited. He locked eyes on a code button and attempted to push it. He must've done something in the medical profession since he knew what a code button looked like, he thought. As he was trying to move his arms more and more, the girl came back. This time he could hear the man again, and the footsteps of somebody else. He wished he could move his head more so he wasn't staring up at the ceiling but he was so stiff. The young girl came back and read some things off of his chart- not much, but something. She thanked him and wished him luck. As he was thinking of a reason for her to stay, he heard the voice. The most familiar and pleasant sounding voice he'd ever heard. The voice was enough to spark a memory. It flashed before his eyes. An exam room, a woman and what he could only believe was him, passionately kissing and taking off their clothes. So much love in the room. The faint memory brought so much emotion. He still didn't know much, but in that flash of a second, he remembered emotion and he knew that voice. Out of nowhere the name Meredith came to him. "Meredith!" He shouted.