A small beeping noise was the first thing I heard. It began to irritate me, I could be sleeping if it weren't for that noise annoying me. Opening my eyes, I was determined to find the source of the noise and make it stop. Looking around me, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. All of the walls were painted a creamy white, saving for the wall to my left. It was a large window, looking out onto a busy highway.

What a view, I sarcastically thought. There was an IV in my left arm, an oxygen tube in my nose and heart monitors on my chest. The bed I was laying in was quite uncomfortable, my pillows lumpy. It was safe to say that I was in a hospital room, if I could say so myself. I saw what could only be my medical record sitting at the foot of my bed. Squinting my eyes, I attempted to read it. Unfamiliar names jumped out at me, daunting medical terms seemed elementary next to them.

"Jenna? Who is this Jenna?" I murmured, shifting my position a bit. A dull pain in my hip alerted me. I absently rubbed the sore area, still reading. A doctor, looking proper in a starched white lab coat, entered the room. Sitting up straight, I smiled at him.

"Are you doing well, Miss Turner?" he asked. I thought for a moment. Turner? That's that Jenna girl's last name. He must have the wrong room. My name is… Um… What is my name? I gulped nervously. "Miss Turner? Are you alright?" the doctor noticed my uneasiness. Smiling again, I laughed nervously.

"Uh. I'm doing great. I've been checking out the great view." The doctor chuckled, stepping closer to record some things off the machines. He wrote down a few numbers, taking my temperature.

"Well, your vitals are stable. I'm going to be back in one second. You have a visitor." he grinned at me. "One that I'm pretty sure you'll be quite happy to see."

"Oh. Okay." I had no idea who he was speaking of. He left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I felt uneasy that I couldn't remember my name. Could my name be Jenna? It felt familiar, but not like my name. I didn't think I had amnesia, I recognized everything else. What was wr-?

"Your visitor is here, Miss Turner." the doctor knocked on the open door, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked up from my hands, smiling and nodding at him. The doctor walked into the room, stopping at the foot of my bed. He picked up …my medical records and flipped through them. A young man entered after him. He had a cast on his arm and dark circles under his eyes. I didn't recognize him, but he seemed to know me.

"Miss Turner, can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked gently. I took a small breath. I knew that I was Jenna, no matter how wrong it felt.

"Je… Jenna." I murmured. I was secretly thankful for reading my chart now.

"Good, good. Now, can you tell me how old you are?" This question was easy, for some odd reason. I knew how old I was. I was twenty one, it stuck out like a neon sign in my mind.

"I'm twenty one years old." I replied a little quicker, with more confidence in my tone. The doctor nodded, writing things down. The young man was still watching me, I tried not looking at him.

"Good. Can you tell me what happened? Why are you here?" his voice was like honey. I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. My mind stopped. I frowned, not knowing the answer.

"Uh… I have no idea." I whispered in a small voice. The doctor bit his lip, writing down more things. "Can I go home?" I felt like a small child. This was so frustrating. I fought back tears. Why couldn't I remember what happened?

"You're fine, Miss Turner." he replied soothingly. He patted my foot, in a bad effort to calm me down. "You were in an accident. You received a concussion, so a bit of memory loss is okay. You were in a small coma, your memory will come back quickly. Do you recognize the young man here?" he gestured to the young man standing by the wall. He perked up, his stare on me. I bit my lip again, searching my mind for any source of recognition.

There was none. His blue eyes were hopeful. Looking away from him, I looked to the doctor and shook my head slowly. The man made a small gasp, looking shocked. I stole a glance at him and he looked close to tears. The doctor grimaced, nodding.

"If you need anything, Miss Turner, press the red button on the side of your bed. I'll leave you two alone." he bowed his head and quickly left, closing the door behind him. It was just me and the guy now. He wiped his cheeks quickly with the back of his hand.

"You really don't recognize me?" his voice was incredulous. I tilted my head, confused. How did he know me? A brother, perhaps? No. I didn't have any brothers, a small voice in my mind whispered. Okay, so not my brother.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. There's nothing. No little light bulb. But, while we're here… I'm Jenna. Nice to meet you." I thought I might as well be polite, if I was going to meet the guy for the second time.

"There's no need for that, Jen." he sighed. "I'm Douglas, but everyone calls me Dougie. We've known each other for awhile, almost 5 years… We're kinda together. Engaged, to be specific." he awkwardly looked away. I felt my jaw slacken. I was engaged?

"Wait, wait, wait… what? We're engaged?" I blurted. It couldn't be. I didn't even recognize my own fiancé? The man I was wanting to spend the rest of my life with? How could I forget that face? Tears spilled down my cheeks, shock setting in. I mumbled a "sorry", wiping my cheeks quickly. Dougie, sympathetic of course, nodded.

"Your doctor says you can go out for a little while tomorrow," he said, slightly more cheerful. He looked out the window, breaking our eye contact. "Maybe your memory might start coming back soon, right?" he sputtered, trying to keep the conversation going.

"That's what the doc said. But, they're never 100% right, you know." I replied, dejectedly. I looked out the window too, not seeing anything interesting. I wondered what Dougie was looking at, there wasn't too much to look at. He nodded absently, looking back at me.

"Well… you look exhausted. Are you…" he paused, looking thoughtful. Taking a few steps around my bed, he stood next to me. "Do you mind?" I was a tad confused. "A hug." he clarified, noticing my confusion.

"Not at all." I replied, smiling. He gently wrapped his arms around me. I felt a bit sore and let out a small groan. Dougie apologized immediately, delicately holding me. After a few seconds of silence, he pulled away. Smiling, he kissed my forehead and stood up.

"I'll come by tomorrow. Is that alright?" he smiled again. I felt like laughing, but I didn't know why.

"That's fine." he nodded, getting ready to leave. He was almost out the door when I called, "Bye, Dougie." He stopped and looked at me. I couldn't help but notice how his blue eyes were so full of hope. He smiled, a smile so beautiful it made me catch my breath, and left the room. Looking down at my arms, I counted all of my bandages. There was an overall dull pain in my body, but it was nothing compared to what I had felt when I had first woken up.

Was I really going to remember things in the coming days? What about the next few months? Years? What if the memories never came back?