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Chapter One
She stirred in her sleep. She felt troubled, and her eyelids fluttered. She tried to recall what she was troubled about, but could not remember, she opened her eyes and lay there quietly, for a moment or two at relative peace with her world.
That peace was not to last. Suddenly her eyes widened not only she could remember what it was that troubled her, she could not remember anything! Could not remember anything at all. Everything was a complete blank!
Striving hard to keep a lid on her feeling of panic, she fought to remember something but alas she could not even remember her own name!
She looked around her, but the pink walls of the room were alien to her; she did not recognize them. Involuntarily she cried out and tried to sit up and discovered she barely had strength to raise her head from the pillow.
But she was not alone, hearing her cry a women in white swiftly came over her bed, it took some time for her to realize that she was a nurse.
'You're back with us, I see,' said the nurse softly.
The young women on the bed did not feel relaxed. 'Who are…? Where am…? I don't know where I am, who I am,' she whispered, her voice panicking and trembling.
The nurse was efficient and in no time a doctor was there in the room with them. After that, time passed for the young women in a confusing semi-vacuum of visitors in white coats, of questions and tests, of medication and sedatives and a twilight world of drifting in and out of sleep.
Nurses attended to her healing cuts and bruises, but she made no progress in remembering who she was. She has lost her memory!
On different occasions she surfaced to find one or other of two expensively suited males in her room. They made frequent calls to her bedside. One was tall and comfortably built. He was somewhere in his early forties, and she seemed to vaguely realize that he was a consultant of some sort. From time to time he would arrive and shine a light in her eyes and while asking her questions would converse easily with her. But she invariably floated off to sleep mid-conversation because of strong medication she supposed.
Her other frequent male visitor was about ten years younger than the other man maybe in his early thirties and was equally tall, but was trimmer, fitter looking. But he did not ask questions. Instead he would come and sit by her bedside and would sometimes quietly chat to her or sit silently by her bed. She went to sleep on him too.
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