As I hear noises passing through my mind, I witness bright lights above me and people with blue masks covering their lips. There was a smell of antiseptics and dry blood drifting in the air as I try to recover my memory of how I got here, my head starts to throb aggressively and a shot of pain emerges from the top of my head. I feel warm, sticky, liquid dripping down my forehead while a group of people in front of me appeared to be in a hurry. There was a woman rushing to remove, I presume to be a sharp tiny blade. She seems to be handling equipment while passing it off to a man. They were speaking very strongly and stern towards each other as if giving orders to one side of the group. I start to feel dazed and my vision starts to waver; distorting the interior of the room. The bright lights started to look dim, the people shaping into blurred figures. My body feels heavy as if it was drifting off to a long slumber. I thought to myself. Am I dying?...
The next time I opened my eyes, I saw a window with the view of a parking lot; cars entering the driveway searching for an empty parking spot. This wasn't exactly a nice view, this looks like a bedroom with dull walls painted white, a window with a grey curtain and definitely not what you consider a comfortable bed to sleep on, nonetheless to wake up on. As I took in my surroundings, I noticed that the bed I was in was plastic which had buttons on my right side. I realized there was a long cord attached on my left arm as well as up my nostrils. There was this reoccurring beeping noise which was very rhythmically pleasing to the ears; coming from the monitor beside my bed. It took me long enough to realize this wasn't a bedroom at all... I am currently residing in a hospital.
I examined the side of the bed where the array of buttons were located and searched for the specific button to maneuver the top side of the bed. I wanted it to rise a little for me to sit up straight. As I struggled to differentiate the selection of buttons, I heard a lady clearing her throat on my left side. This caught my attention, so I turned towards her and saw a lady in her late 30s with chocolate-brown, short hair. She gently smiled at me, trying to express her friendliness towards me. She was probably only 5'6 inches and she looks to be Brazilian due to her golden shade of skin. She carefully walks closer to me with her left hand gripping on to a clipboard. She looks down and scribbles something. Then when she finished, her gaze went on to me.
"Hello, I am Nurse Emily. Do you remember your name?" She asked with a soft, gentle tone. I scan my mind and recollect my thoughts searching for a name that was given to me. A few minutes pass by and I realized I do not know or I just can't recall any of my memories. Nurse Emily takes note of my behaviour, she then proceeds to ask other questions of where I was birthed to when the date was. She gives off a very cosy and warm feeling even though my answers were very concerning. She sighs and then checks the monitors, jots down the data and gives me a farewell until further notice. Before she makes her way towards the door I call out to her.
"Miss... Do you know my name?" I gave her a melancholy expression. She shifted her body towards me and then says it's Valerie Fields.
I spend my days inside the hospital and wonder how long I have to stay here. The days have started to numb my senses, becoming repetitive and demotivating. Nurse Emily won't give me the answers I demanded and all she does is smile and nod. Emily's gentle nature grew on me and made me feel too comfortable within these walls. I haven't officially met my doctor who saved me or I can't seem to recall how I got here in the first place. My only contact is through Nurse Emily.
I haven't felt any pains within my body and it's already been a whole week, when am I going home? Or do I even have a home? I haven't even gotten any visitors for the past seven days. From the information, I collected from the nods and smiles from Nurse Emily is; I was in a car accident with a teenage boy who caused me to get amnesia. She made it sound so simple, what was the cause of my amnesia? Where were any of my identifications? Who was this teenage boy? Where was this teenage boy? So many questions, too little to no answers. I understand, amnesia is very complex and there are many strains of amnesia. However, I am able to communicate the English language, have the knowledge of basic math and science and can understand the fundamentals of life.
As I lie down on my bed, my back straight, I look through the window. I think about who was in the car with me that day and who my parents are, what my room looks like and what school do I attend? What my friends are like? Who they are? Do I have any siblings or pets? and who I was as a person or who this person, Valerie Fields was... Has the gods punished Valerie for her bountiful sins? Did Valeri- I even believe in a higher power? But I'm stuck in this hospital till one of my relatives takes me home. I have been immersed in my thoughts as how I have got myself into this situation. There have been different imaginative situations for how I got amnesia. But what has stuck to me the most is do my parents even know I'm here? I dislike this idea of sitting around doing nothing and just watching the days go by. I want to find out who my friends are, if I have a little sister or an older brother, I want to learn who I truly am. I don't even recognize my own name...
My thoughts clear as I hear a slight knock come from the door, footsteps gradually getting closer to my direction.
"Yes, Nurse Emily? Is it lunch now?" I didn't hear a reply, I rotated my head to face the direction of the doorway. I turn to see a beautiful young lady with wavy dark auburn hair similar to mine. She has a different shade of eye colour though. I have chocolate brown eyes while she has sky bluish-grey eyes. She seems to be in her late 20s. She gave me a concerned expression and started to speak.
'Valerie.... Do you remember who I am?" I slowly shake my head.
"I'm sorry but I do not... Can you perhaps give me your name?" I smile.
She frowns. "I'm your sister, Valerie.. and your only family, My name is Averie Fields" I was in shock, unable to articulate sentences.
She continues to speak.
"You probably don't recognize me but I'm taking you home! I'm not sure how you got into this mess... I was looking for you everywhere, when we get hom-" I cut her off in annoyance and started to speak aggressively.
"I don't remember who you are and by the way if you were looking for me 'everywhere', you would have found me sooner... I am sorry for being rude but you do not have any proof of us being related. I am entitled to my vindictive behaviour from your tone towards me... but I will agree to come with you" She was shocked, her lips opened but then I continued to speak.
"I have been in this stuffy hospital for apparently a month, even though I swear it was a week and at the same time, Nurse Emily does not answer any of my questions, I do not want to stay here any longer." I hear someone clear their throat behind Averie, Nurse Emily walks to me and gives me a soft smile.
"I see, you have met your sister! Now you can have all your questions answered, have a safe trip Miss Valerie!" She hands me a change of clothes and walks out of my room.
It took at least 3 hours to get home, I apparently was in a hospital in the city of Toronto. I don't recognize any of these names, all of the buildings and people walking in the area fascinates me. This was a very busy city! There were street cars, commercial areas filled with unique and bizarre cuisine and there was this huge magnificent tower in the heart of Toronto. Everything just looked different but appealing to me, somehow like I've been teleported to a new world. Unfortunately, I do not live in the big city. I lived in Milton, the suburbs all the way to the west of Toronto. However, this place is pleasant for a place so quiet. As I got out of the car, I examined my house. It wasn't surprisingly big or extremely tiny. It was a three-storey town house. The colours of the brick walls are reddish-brown and white. I noticed most of the homes around here are built three-storeys, maybe because the first floor is meant for the garage. Overall, It looks cozy and comfortable. I stared at this house intensely till Averie interrupted me.
"I don't think gaining your memories that way will work" She giggled softly and walked to unlock the door. I walked in slowly and sighed. Home sweet home... I guess.