Preface -
I looked around and saw a group of people that I couldn’t recognize. Two of them looked to be an old married couple, they were sleeping on each other’s heads, and the male was snoring. I snickered; I hope I never snore when I get older. On the opposite side of the old couple, was a man, maybe in his 20’s? I was never good at guessing ages. He looked uncomfortable, with his legs in a tangle along with his hands which he was sleeping on. I could see a little ball of saliva exiting his mouth, I laughed.
Next to this man was a younger couple, maybe in their late 40’s? They were holding each other’s hand, and in their hands were rosaries. Maybe they like to pray?
As I tried to sit up once again, I maneuvered some wires and succeeded. I then heard a beeping noise, which had the words ‘heart monitor’ on it. Why are they monitoring my heart?
I then noticed a remote in my left hand with a red button that said ‘assistants’ underneath. I pressed it, and right away a nurse came in. She gasped as her mouth went into an ‘O’ shape. She covered her mouth with her hands and yelled, “DOCTOR!”
Quickly everyone woke up and looked at me, then the nurse, then the doctor who just rushed in.
“Impossible.” The doctor said as he came over to my right side, shining a light through my eyes, nose, and ears. “It…can’t be. The entire test said…it makes no sense.” I looked at the doctor’s name tag, which read, ‘Martin’. Hmm…sounds geeky.
“How?” The man who was just drooling stared at the doctor in admiration and a mix of confusion. “You said…she wasn’t going to make it…but here she is…” He was the only one talking; everyone else stared at me as if I was a ghost of some sort. They all looked half shocked half happy…but more so shocked.
“I…I do not know…” He scratched his hairless head, lifted his glasses higher up on his nose and asked, “What’s your name sweetheart?” Ugh, sweetheart, I hate those cheesy names. Maybe he’s my doctor? But what happened to me? “What is today?”
Is he asking me these questions? And why can’t I answer them? My mind is blank, and I’m just staring at my fingers, not finding the words. My tongue won’t form anything, my mouth won’t speak, what’s wrong?
“Why won’t she speak?” The drooling man asked curiously.
“She doesn’t know how.”
