"My name is Jane, ok does that ring a bell?" I shook my head no. "Your name is Alan, Alan Nicholas Warren. Remember? Anything?" I shook my head no, again. After a while of questioning I got annoyed. What was going on, Why is this Jane so persistent. Its infuriating. I tried to sit up but I felt a sharp pain up my spine. I screamed in agony. Jane rushed to my side. "Alan! Are you okay?" For some reason this word, 'okay' made me extremely frustrated. I turned my head in the opposite direction of her. 

I struggled to sit up again and tried to stand. The pain made my legs shake. Jane held me up. I realized I was in a hospital gown. I had an instinct to run so I did, horrible idea. I burst through the doors to the hallway, Jane chasing after me. Not even halfway through the hallway I fell and my head smashed onto the ground. Like the pain of my back wasn't enough, my nose was bleeding. I thought about how idiotic my decision was, while Jane was lecturing me like a Child. How old was I anyways, I didn't feel young. 

A few hours later I was eating in my room, out of nowhere Jane started speaking. "I was panicking when we found you." she sighed. "I'm just happy that you're alive." I raised my eyebrow. "You must not know what I'm saying." I yawned. Jane frowned an continued. " You jumped from the top of a hotel Alan. I knew you had problems, but I didn't know they were that terrible." "I'm not suicidal." "You were." Jane sighed. She wiped her eyes. " Some people around found you. You've been in a coma for eleven months. Your back was extremely injured, surprisingly that was your only injury other then cuts from the fall." she put her hands together and closed her eyes.  This is really what I did.