I slowly open my eyes, my vision is cloudy and it’s impossible to see where I am. The room is bright and it doesn’t help my massive headache. It feels like someone hit me in the head with a hockey stick. I gingerly rub the left side of my head, cautiously feeling for a bump. I couldn't find one, but the throbbing pain in that area makes it feel like my brain is about to explode.

I hear noises in the background, and as I listen closer they sound more like far off voices. I can barely hear what they are saying, they sound like faint whispers. I hear footsteps, and the voices become louder. Are they talking about me? I can’t help but worry. The voices sound like they are right outside this room. Man do I hate this feeling…

I rub my eyes, now really wanting to know where the heck I am. I look around, finally able to see part of the space that I’m in. The room is totally white and there’s a dinky rusty small gray cart with a little white flashing screen to the right of me. I can’t read what it says, but it looks like it’s monitoring my vitals and heart rate. I look at my feet, which are covered in a lightly scuffed white sheet. Right next to that non-insulating sheet was a round white colored bed post - but it didn’t look like a usual bed post that you’d find at home. This one had hand grips and the mattress was firm, it looked like the bed you would find at a hospital.

Then the realization hit me. I was in a hospital. But why? I try to think back to what could have happened, but it just makes my headache worse. I feel like screaming. Why can’t I remember anything!?

I think that I blacked out. My head still aches, but not as much and there are two nurses in my room. I still feel confused, and I don’t know what to say. I can finally see clearly, and the time reads nine pm. I wonder how long I slept… seconds, minutes, a day, days or maybe a week?

The nurses just left, I tried to talk to them, but I just couldn’t form full sentences, it just sounded like I was blabbering. It was really embarrassing, the worst thing is that when I said sorry, it sounded like I was drunk. Maybe I’ll sleep off the embarrassment…

I yawn, then try to rub the sleepiness from my eyes as I sit up slowly. Good morning! I hesitate for a moment.

Wait… is it even morning? I look up at the clock. It’s already 7!?

An Asian-looking woman walks in. It looks to me like she’s in her early thirties, but that’s just a guess from the fact that she’s wearing a dark sort of teal-ish shirt. Personally I would wear a sky blue shirt. But that’s a different matter… If I am in fact in a hospital, then the more experienced doctors wear almost all white. Her hair is straight, black and seems to have a slight brown tint at the tip. Her footsteps sound like a light pitter patter on the floor. As she looks at me, I can see her welcoming face.

The woman sits on the black leather covered chair, it looks to be about 6 inches tall. She rolls the chair over to the right side of my bed.

The woman says, "Hello miss, I'm Dr. Momo, and I will be checking your condition during your stay."

I look at Dr. Momo with a confused expression. She continues to keep eye contact with me, and her kind smile seems to fade slightly.

“Can you tell me your name and age, miss?” Asks Dr. Momo, with a slight barely audible sigh and shake of her head.

“Oh, my name is Aurora and I am sixteen years old.” I reply politely, sounding a bit unsure of myself. I readjust the short sleeves on my light blue shirt, pulling it down slightly.

Dr. Momo gave me an inquisitive look before asking another question, “Nice to meet you Aurora. I have to ask you a few questions, is that alright?”

I nod, my mind still wandering. I wonder if she will explain to me why I’m here…

“Okay, first question. Do you have any identification or is there a way to contact your parents?”

“Ummm…” My voice trails off as I speak and I frantically search my pockets. Where the frick did I leave my phone!?

It seems that the doctor can see my distress, as she starts to talk in a soft tone. “Hey, hey… it’s okay. It was just a yes or no question.”

I look at Dr. Momo and feel my heart pounding in my chest. I try to take a deep breath, but it feels like the panic is killing my breath. The only word that I managed to murmur was a quiet “Sorry”, before I tried to concentrate on my breathing. My heart was beating a billion times per second, and that made it almost impossible to calm down. I tried to breathe in, but my breath was shaky and it felt unfeasible to breathe. I was gasping for air more than I was actually deep breathing.

“There’s no need -----------. Just take a ----------------, --------- ten. I believe -------, it’s ----------------------- okay…” I hear Dr. Momo utter softly, her voice reassuring, as I continue to panic. I only heard about half of her words, but I hung on to what I comprehended, using them to try and ground myself. Ten… I believe…

I can do this. Can I?… Well I hope… I just need to count to ten. I dunno if I can do this… I try to take another deep breath, my breath still a bit shaky. I close my eyes as I exhale, pulling my legs closer to my chest and rocking slightly as I wrap my arms around my lower calves, inhaling again.

My hands still quiver and I try and clasp them together. I feel calmer as I take another deep breath, leaning my head against my knees, but I stay there, quiet, listening to the slowing of my heart beat.

When I finally look back up, the clock shows 7:50 am. That means that whatever that was lasted at least 5 minutes. I sigh, upset that it took me that long to regulate my emotions.

I look back over at Dr. Momo. “What was the question again?” I ask, sounding calmer.

“I asked if you had any way to identify yourself or contact your family.” She repeats.

I shake my head and look down at my hands, attempting not to panic again about the fact that I don’t have my phone. “No. No…, I don’t.”

“That’s okay. Are you calm enough for me to ask you a few more questions?” Dr. Momo replies with concern and worry in her voice.

I take a breath before speaking and look up at her again. “Yes, thanks.”

“Can you tell me what year it is?”

“Yeah, it’s 2018.” I say with a slight smile, happy that I can actually answer something.

Dr. Momo nods. “Good, next question. Do you know why you are here?”

I shake my head and look up at the doctor with a bit of confusion. “No, every time I think about it my head hurts and it feels like I’m seeing static on a tv… I- I just can’t remember…”

“Okay, thanks. Where do you live and can you remember your address?”

I look at the ceiling, trying to remember where I live or any part of my address, but all I get is a sharp shooting pain in the left side of my head, and I give up on trying. “No, sorry…”

“That’s okay. Why are you here, do you know?”

I shake my head. I would honestly really love to know why I’m here… but I don’t want to speak.

“You lost consciousness, do you remember why?” She asks, seemly only telling me part of her knowledge.

“I lost… consciousness…?” I’m pretty sure that I looked absurd as I spoke and my brow furrowed while I tried to wrap my head around what the doctor just said.

Dr. Momo nods, giving me what looked like a slightly solemn look, before speaking again. “Can you recall the events leading up to the incident?”

"What incident?" I ask, still very confused about the entire situation. "So... I fell unconscious... What else happened to me!?" I continue, but it sounds more like a screech with a slight groan.

"Well..." She pauses, then takes a deep breath before speaking. "You were found unconscious. A woman who was walking saw you, and well you were laying in the street. Directly in the middle of an intersection. The woman noticed you just in time, right before two cars ran you over she ran into the intersection and saved your life."