Back in the saddle… wait…



His desk had a beautiful brown gloss, but I couldn't tell the type of wood that was used. Perhaps mahogany... His computer looks as though it's an older model, but the monitor looks pretty new. Right as I sat down I saw a picture frame with (what I thought) was him and someone else in jumpsuits.



Not long after he started asking me questions, formalities he said, but he also said it wasn’t as if he’d find a family record of getting shot in the head, whatever that meant. After that, however, he started asking questions I couldn’t answer. Something along the lines of where I came from, IF I had any family members, what I was doing out in a place like where I was, or if I knew what happened. I answered that one with the amount of info I already had, we were running from something, and after that, I passed out.



“So doc, you’re asking me all these questions, which is fine and all, but do you mind if I can ask a few questions?”



“Well, I don’t see why not. Seems fair that you should get the necessities, well, your standards of necessities anyway.”



“How bad were those wounds you were talking about?” I asked, waiting for the full answer



“Well for starters you had a couple of broken ribs, fractured forearm as well as your hips, your skull was in bad condition, but still good enough to make a recovery, and the hole that was in your head is now patched up. Thank the girl for that one, if she wasn’t fast enough you could have lost a lot of blood flow that’s needed in the cranial cavity. After the questions, I asked it appears that you have amnesia, but nothing too serious. A good rewind of your memory should do the trick, but I’m not the kind of doctor you need for something like that. You would most likely still be in that hospital bed if it weren’t for your fast recovery and the girl.”



“What did she do to help?”



“She brought a drink she claims to have created, we wouldn’t allow her to put that stuff into you but after she slipped a bit into one of the IV bags and claimed she did it we saw that your wounds healed much faster.”



“After hearing that I'm slightly concerned about my actual condition. But if what you say is true then it sounds like I wasn’t in bed for too long. How long precisely?”



“Well, you were in a coma for 2 weeks or so, lucky if you ask me. After all the physical damage was healed she tried the drink a couple more times but brought no results, so she stopped bringing it.”



“How often did that girl come?” I asked



“Before she would come back daily to give you the drink. After the body healed she came every other day.”



“Aw, I have to thank her for being by my side while I heal.”



“I wouldn't try talking to that girl if I were you.”



“Hmm? Does she have a bad rep or something?”



“No, but while she was at your side she had a stern face on as if she was holding a grudge,” Mitchell said reluctantly



“That doesn’t sound as nice… maybe I should ask her what I did.”



“Well, this is a hospital, not a morgue. Ask her when both of you are out of here. Besides that, I have nothing else needed from you or to you.”



“Alright, oh, and before I forget.”



“Hmm?”



“Do you have any clothes in my size? This patients gown isn’t really something that should be worn in public”



“Ah, right. The clothes you were brought in with were damaged heavily, but the girl took it home with her and returned the next day good as new. They’re right next to your bed.”



“Oh, alright. Another thing to thank her for. Well, I’d best be off then, thanks for patching me up doc.”



“Please, it was my pleasure. If you do ever get injured again come back and I’ll see what I can do.”



“Got it.” and with those words, I stood up from the chair and walked out of the door.



After walking a good ten feet or so I stop to drink at a water fountain. When I looked back up, the room seems a lot farther than I remember, so’s the hallway… I look back and the door I came from seemed to be really far away too. “Maybe I haven’t fully healed from that brain injury yet”



Then I stopped in my tracks. “M-My head hurts a little… hehe…” a sharp pain shoots through my head, but it isn't pain, but rather a sort of fatigue spell. I put my hand against the wall to maintain my balance, but the room began to spin. My fatigue skyrocketed and it was getting hard to stay conscious, and the spinning made me dizzy. Not too long after, I black out.