Lost
Where am I? I lifted my head from the pillows, scanning the room around me. Nothing was familiar. The white walls, the plain furniture. Next to me were several machines, and on the other side was an IV stuck in my arm with a small wooden table next to it. The flowers were seemingly the only things of color in this room.
I propped myself up with my elbows, trying to examine the room further for any sign, any thing to jog my memory. But there was nothing. The white walls were not only in my room, but in my mind as well: nothing but blank memories.
A shadow passed through the small, rectangular window in the door, and a second later the door swung open. A nurse entered, carrying a clipboard.
“Oh, you’re awake,” she said at once. “How are you feeling?”
“Um.” It took a moment for the words to form. “Good, fine,” I said at last, quietly.
“Can I get you anything?” she asked in her singsong voice. It was annoying. Can’t they just speak normally, rather than treating me like some sort of invalid? Well I guess I was an invalid, considering every time I tried to sit up farther a searing pain rushed down my back and a throbbing headache invaded my brain.
“What…what happened to me?”
“You don’t remember? What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Uh…” It took me a moment to come up with an answer. “A warehouse.” Another pause. “Yeah, an empty warehouse.”
She nodded. “You were found after there were reports of shots fired inside the warehouse. You’ve been shot, Mr. Graves. Twice.”
Well that explains it. The pain in my back, the bandage on my head. I racked my brain to come up with an answer – any answer – as to what had happened. I looked toward the nurse for help, but she just shook her head. “You’ll have to talk to the police for details, I’m sorry. They’ll be in in a minute.” I sighed, but nodded. She was just doing her job.
As I sat there, pondering what may have happened, I knew my memories were gone forever.
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