He was vaguely aware of the movements around him. Frantic cries, horns blaring, the noise from the people around him… everything was in a haze.
He felt himself being carried and he had no idea where to.
He felt no pain, but yet, he couldn’t open his eyes. In fact he couldn’t move any part of his body, the body… because it didn’t feel like his anymore. He heard the sound of a car door being flung open, shut and after that, nothing.
He woke up an hour and half later, and then, he felt EVERYTHING!
His screams echoed down the corridors of the hospital.
Frantic nurses hurried to strap him down and inject him with something. He hardly felt the needle; the pain was like nothing he had ever felt. He screamed and screamed, till he could hear himself no more. Yes, he had stopped screaming out loud, but the pain didn’t stop. Slowly, he slipped back into the darkness of his unconscious mind.
206 hours later, he ‘woke up’.
He opened his eyes, looking straight up at the ceiling; mind, jumbled up.
At first, he couldn’t remember how he got here, or why for that matter. All that he knew was that he was in a lot of pain at that moment.
He turned his head to the left, then to the right and blinked a couple of times.
“Oh, he’s awake.”
He turned (slowly) to check the source of the voice. A skinny nurse walked over to him and stared at him, as though to confirm that he was really awake. They looked at each other for a few seconds.
She frowned and hurried off.
He wondered what had upset her.
He struggled to sit up, the pain doubled. He felt tears fill his eyes… this was bad! This was very bad!.
Gentle but firm hands reached out to support him till he was upright. By this time, he was sweating and panting.
There were three people staring at him in the room and they were all dressed in white.
He stared back at them. One of the doctor’s came closer and checked his vitals, his charts, notes, checked him up again, went back to the group to whisper, and then they started staring again.
When he got tired of the stares, he had to ask.
“Doctors, what is wrong with me?”
Just saying that alone made him feel dizzy, this wasn’t good.
The skinny nurse from earlier walked up to him and held his hand.
“How do you feel?”
He tried to talk but his mouth felt dry, so he just showed her the ‘thumbs down’ sign.
She just kept looking at him.
He couldn’t take it any longer.
“Why in the world are you just staring at me?” He managed to say.
She squeezed his hand as her eyes misted, and she hurriedly walked out of the room.
Before he could say anything, one of the men stepped forward.
“Sir, try and get some rest. We’ll run a few more tests now that you’re awake…:
“Will I be okay?”
“Sir I…you…’ he coughed. “Sir you are suffering from some sort of memory loss. We are ummm, yet to ascertain the extent of the damage but we…”
“What are you talking about? I remember everything quite well. The accident, being carried out, who I…” He trailed off, struggling to remember the last bit.
“Sir, for starters, the lady that just walked out…. That’s your wife.”
Blood drained from his face. He had never seen that woman before.