Forget Me Not
The room was blurry and she could only see white- maybe it was a ceiling?
"Ms. Rogers!"
Rogers...? Right. The I.D. in her pocket lacked her real name.
"Ms. Rogers, please stay awake... we... aren't-" the woman's voice faded and her head lulled to the side. There was a throbbing pain on that side of her head, but she couldn't bring her body to roll over to relieve the pressure.Â
She lost consciousness again.
Beep... beep... beep.
She woke with a start, and she sat up in a hurry. Bad idea. A pain shot up from her abdomen and she groaned out loud, doubling over on the bed.Â
A nurse ran in. "Ms. Rogers, please, just relax and don't move. We've contacted everybody on your cellular device. They know of the accident, and they know of your whereabouts. We've extended your visiting hours. Please, just relax."
She looked at the other woman with confusion, but quickly nodded her head. The nurse left. She gingerly leaned over to the table across her bed and grabbed the name card. Natalie Rogers. Shit, she couldn't even remember her own name.
She laid back down and stared up towards the ceiling, her lips set into a frown.
She wondered if anybody would show.
