I wake up to the sound of my heart monitor beating. I look around and see clear plastic tubes everywhere, one connecting to an oxygen tank, another connected to my pale bruised arm and smaller versions of those connecting to different tanks and tubes. I wake up my senses and realise I don't know where I am. I look around and see nothing that seems familiar to me. Strangers with cuts and bruises were lying on beds, still asleep. Most of them looked like as if they were sleeping in death's cold arms, with their robes covered in blood. Then it started to click in my head. I'm in a hospital. But the funny thing is, I don't remember walking into a hospital and telling a nurse there was something wrong with me. Added on to that, I don't even remember where I was and what I did last night or what happened in the past few days. I can feel my mind working and tinkering, trying to fill in the holes, but nothing seems to be popping up. .
A nurse walked in and decided to check on everybody and do a blood test. When it was my turn, she started to greet me.
"Good morning sir".
"Good morning indeed.".
"Do you remember checking in? Because I definitely didn't see you on this bed and in this room last night.".
"No I don't remember." I replied, in my croaky voice. .
"Well then that's ok. Looks like you don't have a name stuck to your bed yet. I will fetch one for you in just a second, can I have your name please?".
There it was. The question hit me like a truck. The words floated in the air, circulating my head. What is my name? Who am I? The name should usually come straight out of your mouth like a normal person. But my brain took longer than that; I can feel cold sweat dripping down my forehead, poisoning my mouth as I was panicking trying to find the missing pieces. But yet again, nothing seems to be there.
"Sir? Are you okay? All I just need is your name, no need to worry.