An idea just came to me, and I had to get it down – Part 4

It might not make much sense, but it can be worked on. You know how it is, the words come from nowhere, the story writes itself in your head at the awkwardest of moments, then if a free moment as soon as possible…

Write:

Over the next ten days, that voice became my lifeline to sanity.  Every morning I longed to hear it, if only for the few moments she was in the room, those few waking moments when I believed she, and someone else who never spoke, were doing tests.  I knew it had to be someone else because I could smell the essence of lavender.  My grandmother had worn a similar scent.

It rose above the disinfectant.

I also believed she was another doctor, not the one who had been there the day I arrived.  Not the one who had used some ‘magic’ and kept me alive.

It was then, in those moments before she put me under again, that I thought, what if I was paralysed?  It would explain a lot.  A chill went through me.

The next morning she was back.

“My name is Winifred.  We don’t know what your name is, not yet.  In a few days, you will be better, and you will be able to ask us questions.  You were in an accident, and you were very badly injured, but I can assure you there will be no lasting damage.”

More tests, and then, when I expected the lights to go out, they didn’t.  Not for a few minutes more.  Perhaps this was how I would be integrated back into the world.  A little bit at a time.

The next morning, she came later than usual, and I’d been awake for a few minutes.  “You have bandages over your eyes and face.  You had bad lacerations to your face, and glass in your eyes.  We will know more when the bandages come off in a few days.  Your face will take longer to heal.  It was necessary to do some plastic surgery.”

Lacerations, glass in my eyes, car accident, plastic surgery.  By logical deduction, I knew I was the poor bastard thrown through the windscreen.  It was a fleeting memory from the day I was admitted.

How could that happen?

That was the first of many startling revelations.  The second was the fact I could not remember the crash.  Equally shocking, in that same moment was the fact I could not remember before the crash either, and only vague memories after. 

But the most shattering of all these revelations was the one where I realised I could not remember my name.

I tried to calm down, sensing a rising panic.

I was just disoriented, I told myself.  After 45 days in an induced coma, it had messed with my mind, and it was only a temporary lapse.  Yes, that’s what it was, a temporary lapse.  I would remember tomorrow.  Or the next day.

Sleep was a blessed relief.

© Charles Heath 2020

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