It seemed to have been years since Jan had heard any voice, but especially this voice.
That voice was familiar. The clouds that still lurked in her mind threatened to hide all that surrounded her and drag her back into the abyss she had just left as she tried to think. They must have her on some kind of drugs because the pain, although there, didn’t seem half as important now. Even though she was thankful for them she knew for some reason that she needed to be off of them as soon as possible.
Something from her past told her that it was a friendly voice and she fought to stay in the present and conscious. ‘Jan, yes this was her name,’ the thought drifted through. The panic had long subsided, and became only a distant memory. She tried to speak, and found that it still took great effort.
“Who’s there?” she barely recognized her own voice. It sounded fragile, strained, flat, and only a fraction of the volume that she had expected for the amount of effort it took. Once again, panic began to eat away at the corners of her memories as she tried to move, to open stubborn eyes, to look at the person who owned the voice her ears had faintly recognized but her eyes had yet to see. Her eyes still seemed to fight her, refusing her every effort to open them this time. Jan tried to move her hands to her face. This time her arms were less like steel beams, more like granite rocks, but still refusing to move without tremendous effort that she didn’t feel like exerting. Giving up, she realized that it had not been years since she had heard a voice, but the correct amount of time had escaped her. At least breathing seemed easier than what she had remembered from before, and the beeping in her ears was somewhat different.
“Jan, it’s Rob, Rob Brown, do you remember me?” without even waiting on the reply he continued, “Do you remember anything?” His voice held a touch of concern, or was it panic. There was another beep in the room. Now just for a split second, Jan was able to recognize the beep as an institutional sound of some kind.
“Maybe,” it was all Jan could get out. So many questions pressed through Jan’s mind. It was impossible to determine which one to ask first, and this seemed to be adding to the cloud that already existed, and making it grow into a full-blown storm. Something in the back of her mind wasn’t sure yet if she should ask or answer any questions, some memories were beginning to play at the corners of her mind taunting her, not clear, yet not fuzzy, but certainly not where she could access them. None of the pieces she wanted to share with only a faceless voice she seemed to have some recognition of from a past of which she had no memory. And it seemed as if it was a distant faceless voice from her memory at that.
Without being taken aback by the answer, in fact, it seemed that he had not really expected any answer just yet, Rob went on, “Jan, you have had a small accident. You are in the hospital, and have been here for about two weeks. Your condition seems to be stable now, but you have had some injuries to your eye area, among other problems. That is why you can’t see anything right now. The doctors still have your eyes bandaged as a precaution, so don’t try to open them yet. Your attackers thought you were dead, and left you that way. It happened about two hours after the trial. Kevin was killed, no one has yet been charged, identified, or found. You are the only witness.” He took a small breath before beginning again, “We haven’t got much time. They said you could only have a visitor for a couple of minutes. Do you remember anything?” a small bit of urgency crept into his voice. He didn’t have time to tell her that he was glad she was still alive or that he had notified a friend. Business was first; humanity was sometimes second in their line of work.
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