As the fog cleared from his heavy mind, he could sense someone above him. Not quite having gained full consciousness yet, that was about all he could figure out. He wracked his brain for any clue as to where he was or why, but came up empty.
In fact, he couldn’t remember much of anything.
Frustration and confusion overwhelmed him as he fought for a grasp of reality in this foggy stupor. After a great deal of effort, he managed to open his eyes a crack. He was met with a blur of white, the lights causing shards of pain to shoot through his head.
Hung over was his immediate thought, but he didn’t remember drinking. Then again, he couldn’t remember anything really. His hands felt heavy as he lifted them to rub his eyes forcefully before attempting to open them again. As his vision adjusted to the light and became a little clearer, he began to survey his surroundings and realized with dismay that he was in what appeared to be a hospital room. He wanted to sit up, but realized upon trying that most of his body felt like it was still sleeping, so he decided to look around some more from his current position.
He craned his neck, wincing at the cramped muscles, to survey a machine and a mass of tubes hooked up to him. This only aided in his confusion as to what had happened. In horror, he looked down the rest of his body, quickly wiggling his toes and fingers. The muscles were sore, but working. Breathing out a shaky sigh, he turned his head to look in the other direction and was shocked to find someone sitting there next to the bed.
The girl sat slumped in her seat, her arms hanging listlessly off the arm rests, her head thrown back in peaceful slumber.
She didn’t look familiar.
It suddenly dawned on him as he searched his brain for any memory of her that he couldn’t remember a single face he knew. He began to panic and searched his brain for any memory at all. He came up with broken fragments of scenes in his life he couldn’t really place together, but still no faces.
He brought his hands back up to his face and rubbed his scruffy chin roughly as he desperately tried to recall his own name. No such luck.
“Well, Fuck.” He closed his eyes once more in sleep.
Monday, March 30, 2009
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