Chapter one: Voices (Edited/Revised!)

Chapter one: Voices

            Voices.

            “Do you think she’s awake?”

            “I don’t know, she has vitals.”

            “Should we slap her?”

            “I don’t think she’d appreciate that when she wakes up.”

            "Well, I suggest we wait five more minutes then we start slapping."

            “Let’s call her name first. No need to resort to violence.”

            “Kailyn? Kailyn? Can you hear us?”

            Whoever was standing over me was mad annoying. They sounded like two teenage males. I groaned, feeling numb and weak as my mind slowly started to switch gears.

Someone gasped. "She's alive! It worked!"

I heard hands connecting. Of course I'm alive, if I wasn't this was a terrible place to call heaven, heaven shouldn't involve so much pain. Every fiber in my body was protesting. I tried to lift my hand but it didn’t move. I tried to open my eyelids but the same thing happened. My whole body was paralyzed. Like I had forgotten how to move my whole body. Panicked overcame me. What was going on? Why couldn’t I move? The only parts of my body that seemed to be working right were my ears and brain. Which my ears wasn’t working too well because the supposed teenagers above me was starting to sound more like mature men. That was slightly calming.

"Can you hear us?" One of the males said.

I tried to respond, I really did try. But all that came out was another groan, but this one was higher pitch. At least it was looking like I was improving and might get out of this paralyzing state. I listened to the men discuss my semi-conscious state while I attempted to move various parts of my body with no success.

"…because her limbs might not be responding yet?" one was saying, I stopped what I was doing to listen.

            “Wouldn’t hurt,” the other said. Wait, what wouldn’t hurt? They answered my silent question by each one of them grabbing my legs. I squeal in protest.

            “We are just massaging your muscles to recirculate the blood flow. It’ll take a while but it should get your body moving,” the higher pitch of the men said, answering my squeal. They massaged, lifted, and bended my knees to get my blood pumping. I sat there waiting for something to work. I spent the time waiting trying to intake as much as I could without the ability to see. I started smelling a sharp scent of antiseptics and a slight hint of peppermint. I could hear dripping and beeping from somewhere above my head. So at least I was in a sterile place. I hope. There was no other noise though that hinted that anyone else was here except me and the two men.

            My feeling was coming back into my legs while they were massaging and I managed to move my big toe. I was ecstatic but that was short-lived when I came to realize nothing else was moving yet. They moved on from my legs and started on my hips and body. It was uncomfortable for them to be so close to my private areas but I toughed it out as there was nothing I could do about it yet. It took a full hour of massaging my whole entire body before I could lift my arm fully. By then I was so happy that I managed to open my eyelids and was blinded by the light above me.

            Now that was a bad idea. I could tell there was light from the orange tint in my eyelids but I didn't expect them to have a huge light shining right in my face. I was immediately blinded, resulting in another groan from me and being able to turn my head slightly from the light burning my retinas. A small amount of relief came when one of the males blocked the light to peer down at me.

"She's conscious," he said.

            He had blond curly hair, glasses, and was wearing a doctor's coat. Who was he and where was I?

            That was something that hadn’t come up. I had no memory of how I got here. I tried to think back, but the only thing that I could remember was waking up. I had no memory at all. My eyes widen. Who was I? I was too worried about not being able to move than about who I was. Not even the name they were saying to me sounded familiar, but in my semi-conscious state I just took it as is.

            "Kailyn? Can you talk?" the man above me asked.

            First a rasp came out. My throat was parched. I coughed and croaked out, “Water...”

            The second man not in my sight handed the man above me a cup of water and he assisted me in gulping a few swallows down before it became too much and I coughed it up. The water definitely helped clear my head and I could feel my body tingle. I sighed.

            With my head clearer I could coordinate my thoughts into movements and could sit up with little assistance. But sitting up made me lightheaded and dizzy. Whoa, what the heck knocked me out to make me paralyzed and lose my memory? I focused on the room that was painted white. There was another gurney in the room but it was unoccupied. The other man was sitting at a computer, typing away, probably filling out papers on my recovery. It was a small room; the only other thing in here was a shelf full of medical equipment. Nothing looked familiar; I don’t remember how I got in this room. Maybe they would explain further. I turned my attention the blond haired man that assisted me in sitting up and was watching me clearly.

            “My name is Dr. Robinson,” he said. “I’m from Medical Sector. We believe you have formed a sort of amnesia. You don’t know who you are, right?”

            I nodded. Amnesia made sense with the memory loss.

            “Well,” Dr. Robinson said. “Your name is Kailyn Miller from Sector Two of the Housing Sector. You have a husband named Parker. You work as an assistant for Mr. Holmes; he is the biggest name in the Law Sector. Your husband can help you with recovering the rest of your memory. He is waiting for you outside. After you have fully recovered you may return home with him. You will regain you memory; it will just take time. We would like you to come back periodically for checkups. “Well the last part of a relief.  The rest was a lot to take in. I had a husband and worked in a law office? I sure hope I regained my memory soon or else I need to get a new occupation.

            “Where am I?” I asked. “And how exactly did I get here?”

            “You’re at the Sector Hospital. You’ve been here for about two weeks,” Dr. Robinson explained. “Someone found you lying on the side of the road unconscious with a bicycle. He brought you in, and said it looked to be a hit and run. You had a severe head injury that we thought you wouldn’t be able to pull through but you managed to survive the surgery. We knew that you would have some temporary memory loss but we are sure that it’ll come back.”

So because I didn’t wear a bicycle helmet I don’t know who I am? Now I feel stupid.

They monitored my vitals for a couple more hours, asking me how I felt and doing various strength tests to see how I was progressing. They told me that I was improving drastically and would be able to go home as soon as I changed and signed my release form. I got giddy excited. The walls around here were already getting claustrophobic. I was ready to get out and meet this husband of mine and regain my memory.

“Here’s a change of clothes your husband provided,” Dr. Robinson said, handed me a bundle of clothes. “Change and I’ll come back with your release form and you can get out of here.” He smiled and walked out with the younger doctor. I took off the hospital gown and put on the plain black t-shirt and blue jeans he handed me. They fit perfectly.

Five minutes later Dr. Robinson came back and I signed the papers he handed me. I was free to go with the warning if anything unusual happened I was to come back and see him. He gave me directions to the waiting room.  I skipped out of the room into the hall then skidded to a stop. I had no idea what my husband looked like! What if I ran up and hugged the wrong man? That would be embarrassing. I took a deep breath. I guess I would have to take precautions and not just run up to him.

Two doors down from the left I found the waiting room right where Dr. Robinson said it was. I peeked in; two men were sitting in there, waiting. I didn’t recognize either of them. I walked in and they both looked up.

Parker looked to be in his late twenty, a few years older than me, with dark brown hair and dull blue eyes, looming over me but was slender and skinny, with no muscles. I knew it was him when he smiled and stood up unlike the other man who looked away when I entered. Parker looked awkward, not knowing what to do until I brought my arms up for a hug. Maybe touching him would bring back feelings. At least he was attractive, but that was all I felt. He came up and hugged me. He was warm and smelled good, but felt nothing towards him.

“Thank god you’re okay, honey,” he said in a Southern accent. His voice sounded pleasant in my ears. That was a good sign.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said. “Exhausted though. I can’t wait to get home.” I looked up at him. His eyes had no emotion in them.

“We’ll get you home as soon as possible. The doctors told me there might be side effects from the surgery but it was only temporary. Once I get you home you should relax and familiarize yourself with our home. Things should go back to normal in time.”

“Sounds good,” I said, leaning against him. “Let’s go home.”

He squeezed me lightly. “Okay.”

He guided me through the building and out the front of the building. What I saw outside was a shock.