storm for just a minute, ‘Who was Kevin?’ ‘Was she some how responsible for his death?’ she had no memory of him at all. The beeping started again pushing out all thought, but this time it was clear to her that it was a hospital beep. Obviously, it was no small accident if she had no memory of the last two weeks or any part of her life that had existed before now. Some one had died during this time. Some one was dead whom she was supposed to know. Nothing made sense. ‘If only I could see’ rang through her growing storm cloud, ‘maybe then I could fit some of the pieces together.’ It all sounded so official, a trial, being charged. Jan began to question who she was and just what she had done in her life before this moment. She wondered if she was the one on trial, the jailor, the juror, or just who she could be.
Jan could hear the door scrape on the floor as it opened. The dark storm cloud churned with every thought as Rob began his questioning again. Jan, not knowing any more than she did, and not wanting any more information to increase the size of what now could be now classified as a full blown hurricane managed to force out a word, “Stop”, before it could swallow up what she could just manage to sort out. Plain and simple, she needed to know more about herself first. Then maybe the rest would somehow become important. The trauma had been significant, the present, past, and even the future, was unknown. Now, more than ever, she began to realize that she needed to remember who she was, all the details, and not rely on others that she didn’t remember as of yet, ‘Why is that so important to me? Why can’t I trust this voice? I somehow recognize from somewhere in my past?’ Too many questions, not enough answers, and from somewhere deep inside her she decided that she could not trust anyone just yet. Footsteps echoed throughout the room on the tile floor. They were lighter footsteps and it was clear to Jan when the voice spoke.
“Time to leave, she needs rest,” it was a woman, a nurse probably; considering she had been told she was in a hospital.
“I have already waited two weeks to get some answers. I won’t leave yet,” Rob directed the comments toward the footsteps that had entered the room, and away from Jan. His voice was quiet, yet impatient, demanding.
“I’m sorry, I have my orders that the visit was to be short no more than five minutes. It is clear that the patient is agitated and needs to rest. If ....” the nurse’s calm, clear, but firm voice was interrupted by Rob’s agitated one, and Jan could only imagine what the conflict looked like.
“Then just get new orders,” there was restraint in his voice, “I need to find out who did ...” this time it was Jan who interrupted.
“Leave,” in a voice she could hardly call her own, she again spoke the words on her mind, “I need time to think.”
“Just tell me this, do you know who you are?” It wasn’t a demand, yet it was, and she could feel his presence nearer to her almost wishing the information out of her. There had been something else in his voice as well, concern she thought.
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