AlwaysFaithful
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Make it stop. She really needed the beeping to stop, it was so annoying. And the throbbing in her head needed to stop. Groaning she opened her eyes slowly, her vision was blurry at first, but slowly it cleared, she was in a hospital room. Her throat was so dry. Swallowing thickly she looked around the room, trying to sit up, and groaning.
"Easy, Easy now, ma'am." Turning her head she saw a female nurse. The nurse got her a sip of water. and elevated her bed for her. "Can you speak?" She nodded her head and had a couple of failed attempts before she managed. "Yes. What happened?" The nurse smiled, pleased. "Good. You were hit by a car while crossing the street. Can you tell us your name?"
"Cassandra Shaw." They went over details of her life. She was 28 years old, she was raised in a foster group home in New York City, then she moved to Chicago. she knew she lived in a little cabin outside of the city. She knew she was a security guard at a hospital that was between two particularly nasty gangs.
But the last two years of her life was gone. She had no memory of anything in the last two years.
The doctor assured her that this was not unusual, and it should fade with time.
She had gotten very lucky, her injuries were fairly minor. She had a serious concussion, she had a dislocated shoulder though they'd put it back in place by now, she had three broken ribs, and many lacerations and bruises.
She'd been in a coma for four days. Now that she was awake, it was a good sign, but no one had come looking for her yet. She didn't know if she had any close friends or a boyfriend, so she'd likely have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days at least, until they felt comfortable releasing her into her own care.
Finally she was left alone, she laid her head back as she tried to remember anything in the last couple of years, but it was all just blank, as if those years had never happened.
Make it stop. She really needed the beeping to stop, it was so annoying. And the throbbing in her head needed to stop. Groaning she opened her eyes slowly, her vision was blurry at first, but slowly it cleared, she was in a hospital room. Her throat was so dry. Swallowing thickly she looked around the room, trying to sit up, and groaning.
"Easy, Easy now, ma'am." Turning her head she saw a female nurse. The nurse got her a sip of water. and elevated her bed for her. "Can you speak?" She nodded her head and had a couple of failed attempts before she managed. "Yes. What happened?" The nurse smiled, pleased. "Good. You were hit by a car while crossing the street. Can you tell us your name?"
"Cassandra Shaw." They went over details of her life. She was 28 years old, she was raised in a foster group home in New York City, then she moved to Chicago. she knew she lived in a little cabin outside of the city. She knew she was a security guard at a hospital that was between two particularly nasty gangs.
But the last two years of her life was gone. She had no memory of anything in the last two years.
The doctor assured her that this was not unusual, and it should fade with time.
She had gotten very lucky, her injuries were fairly minor. She had a serious concussion, she had a dislocated shoulder though they'd put it back in place by now, she had three broken ribs, and many lacerations and bruises.
She'd been in a coma for four days. Now that she was awake, it was a good sign, but no one had come looking for her yet. She didn't know if she had any close friends or a boyfriend, so she'd likely have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days at least, until they felt comfortable releasing her into her own care.
Finally she was left alone, she laid her head back as she tried to remember anything in the last couple of years, but it was all just blank, as if those years had never happened.