discovered this on day three when I wanted to get out
and stretch my legs. I’d felt strong enough to get up, but I couldn’t get out.”
She looked up at Dr. Roberts. “Our good doctor later explained due to security
at this facility, we are not allowed to move about freely.”
“Sounds like a pile of crap to me,”
Alex blurted out in his deep voice. “I feel like I have only been shoveled crap
since I’ve been awake.”
“I guess you tell it how it is,”
said James responding to his comments.
Dr. Roberts looked up when Alex spoke,
but didn’t say anything.
My story was much the same. When
I first woke, I was in a small hospital room with IV’s, fluid bags and several
different monitors connected to me. I had no idea who or where I was or how I
had gotten there.
Almost immediately, a nurse came
in.
“So you’re awake?” She asked with
a bright smile.
I’d tried to respond in my drowsy
confused state, but couldn’t. When I think back though, it was uncanny how fast
the nurse had gotten there. I guess the monitors would alert them if I was
awake or maybe the response wasn’t as fast as I had thought, but due to my
state of mind it seemed that way. I guess it didn’t really matter.
“Just rest dear. You are weak.
You need to rest to get stronger.” She said as she injected something, which I
soon found to be a sedative, into the IV. Her image quickly faded as I went back
to sleep.
When I woke for the second time I
remember, I was more alert. The nurse came in and told me I should be feeling a
bit better now.
“I do.” I said, now able to
respond. “Where am I?”
“In a hospital,” is all she said.
“I don’t remember anything,” I said,
trying to get more of a response.
“I know. Dr. Roberts will be in
soon.” She checked the IV and left. Her bedside manner wasn’t exactly
top-notch.
So I waited, and a couple hours
later Dr. Roberts came in to see me.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Better, but still weak.”
“Your body is recovering. I’ll
have the nurse try and get you up to start walking around the room in a couple
hours. You need to work your muscles back into strength.”
“Why am I here?” I asked.
“You were the victim of a
terrible illness, almost fatal. You were brought here at the point of death. We
were able to treat and cure your condition,” she explained.
“Why don’t I remember anything?”
I continued, hoping for more answers.
“It’s, unfortunately, a residual
effect of the illness. We’re not sure if it’s temporary or long-term. There are
others here who had the same condition and were also cured. Everyone suffers
the same memory loss.”
“There are a lot of details to go
over. We’ll give you more information when you get stronger. Give us some time,”
she said and nothing else.
During what was mostly silence as
we were waiting on whoever it was we were waiting on, I noticed Dr. Roberts
shuffling through notes and trying to look busy as she made several casual
glances at us here and there, quick so we wouldn’t notice her.
“I’ll be right back,” Dr. Roberts
said as she stepped out of the conference room.
“All I can say is there better be
a damn good reason to have kept us locked up with no information,” Alex said to
the rest of us once she was out of the room. “They’re really starting to piss
me off, not answering any of my questions. I have a right to know who I am,
where I am, what the hell happened to me.”
“Settle down there big guy,”
James said belittling Alex.
Of the four people, I would rate
James the lowest on the first impression scale. He seemed very confident and
way too comfortable with the situation. If I had to write in his yearbook and
predict his most likely profession, it would have been a used car salesman, the
really smarmy kind.
“We all feel the same way. Let’s
see if they can explain themselves first before we start throwing punches,” James
added.
“Boy, I don’t know you?”
and stretch my legs. I’d felt strong enough to get up, but I couldn’t get out.”
She looked up at Dr. Roberts. “Our good doctor later explained due to security
at this facility, we are not allowed to move about freely.”
“Sounds like a pile of crap to me,”
Alex blurted out in his deep voice. “I feel like I have only been shoveled crap
since I’ve been awake.”
“I guess you tell it how it is,”
said James responding to his comments.
Dr. Roberts looked up when Alex spoke,
but didn’t say anything.
My story was much the same. When
I first woke, I was in a small hospital room with IV’s, fluid bags and several
different monitors connected to me. I had no idea who or where I was or how I
had gotten there.
Almost immediately, a nurse came
in.
“So you’re awake?” She asked with
a bright smile.
I’d tried to respond in my drowsy
confused state, but couldn’t. When I think back though, it was uncanny how fast
the nurse had gotten there. I guess the monitors would alert them if I was
awake or maybe the response wasn’t as fast as I had thought, but due to my
state of mind it seemed that way. I guess it didn’t really matter.
“Just rest dear. You are weak.
You need to rest to get stronger.” She said as she injected something, which I
soon found to be a sedative, into the IV. Her image quickly faded as I went back
to sleep.
When I woke for the second time I
remember, I was more alert. The nurse came in and told me I should be feeling a
bit better now.
“I do.” I said, now able to
respond. “Where am I?”
“In a hospital,” is all she said.
“I don’t remember anything,” I said,
trying to get more of a response.
“I know. Dr. Roberts will be in
soon.” She checked the IV and left. Her bedside manner wasn’t exactly
top-notch.
So I waited, and a couple hours
later Dr. Roberts came in to see me.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Better, but still weak.”
“Your body is recovering. I’ll
have the nurse try and get you up to start walking around the room in a couple
hours. You need to work your muscles back into strength.”
“Why am I here?” I asked.
“You were the victim of a
terrible illness, almost fatal. You were brought here at the point of death. We
were able to treat and cure your condition,” she explained.
“Why don’t I remember anything?”
I continued, hoping for more answers.
“It’s, unfortunately, a residual
effect of the illness. We’re not sure if it’s temporary or long-term. There are
others here who had the same condition and were also cured. Everyone suffers
the same memory loss.”
“There are a lot of details to go
over. We’ll give you more information when you get stronger. Give us some time,”
she said and nothing else.
During what was mostly silence as
we were waiting on whoever it was we were waiting on, I noticed Dr. Roberts
shuffling through notes and trying to look busy as she made several casual
glances at us here and there, quick so we wouldn’t notice her.
“I’ll be right back,” Dr. Roberts
said as she stepped out of the conference room.
“All I can say is there better be
a damn good reason to have kept us locked up with no information,” Alex said to
the rest of us once she was out of the room. “They’re really starting to piss
me off, not answering any of my questions. I have a right to know who I am,
where I am, what the hell happened to me.”
“Settle down there big guy,”
James said belittling Alex.
Of the four people, I would rate
James the lowest on the first impression scale. He seemed very confident and
way too comfortable with the situation. If I had to write in his yearbook and
predict his most likely profession, it would have been a used car salesman, the
really smarmy kind.
“We all feel the same way. Let’s
see if they can explain themselves first before we start throwing punches,” James
added.
“Boy, I don’t know you?”
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