Alone At Last
“Good morning, sweety.” I hear my mother's soft voice and feel her small hand brush my hair back from my forehead.
“Dylan. It’s time to get up.” Her voice gets a little bit louder. I don’t want to wake up for school.
“Mmmmm,” I grunt out. “Five more minutes.” I turn over and push my face into the pillow.
“Dylan. You said that ten minutes ago. You need to get up now, or you’ll be late.” She scolds me just a bit.
“Ugggh. Fine fine. I’m up.” I sit up, but I don’t see my mom anywhere. Where did she go so quickly?
All of a sudden, I’m in a dark room. I can’t see anything. It’s completely black. I can hear the soft sound of water running.
I jump when I hear a loud bang.
“Dyyylllan,” a bone-chilling voice is whispering my name. I shiver.
“Dylan.” The voice whispers again. “Come out, come out wherever you are. I’ll always find you. You are mine.”
I gasp awake again. “Dylan!” I yell out to myself. My name is Dylan! I fumble around for the phone and grab detective O’Conner’s card. I glance at the clock. It’s one am. I grimace a bit. I shouldn’t call this late. But he did say call at any time. I grab the phone and the card again and start to dial. I hope he isn’t too upset. Maybe I can leave a voicemail. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.
The phone is ringing. I smile slightly when I realize that I’m going to get his voicemail, but then at the last minute, I hear him pick up and clear his throat.
“Hello.” His voice is raspy and low. He even sounds sexy when he is just waking up.
“Uhm. Hi. This is the woman from the hospital you came to question two days ago.” I sound unsure. I don’t know if he will remember me.
“Of course. What can I do for you?” He sounds more awake now.
“I remembered my name.” I smile. I actually remembered my name. Now I just need to remember everything else about me.
“That's.....” He starts to say but then trails off. I hear a woman talking in the background. My heart drops a little. He isn’t single. Of course, he isn’t. Guys who look that good are never single.
I hear a muffled conversation and some moving around. He clears his throat. “I’m sorry about that. What is your name?” He sounds a bit irritated.
“I’m so sorry for calling so late. I just woke up and remembered it. I won’t call again. I’m sorry.” I rush out. I can’t believe I did this to him.
“No, it’s fine. I told you to call whenever and I meant it. I’m glad you called. Now, what’s your name?”
I sigh.“Dylan Black.”
“Dylan Black. Got it. Anything else you remember?” I can hear him scrambling around. He must be trying to write this done.
“I remember my mother’s face, but I don’t remember her name or anything else.” I sigh out dejectedly.
“What were you doing when you recalled your name?” His voice is low. He must be trying to speak quietly. Guilt bubbles in my stomach.
“I’m really sorry for calling so late. I can call you at a better time.” I try to apologize again.
“Dylan, it’s really ok. I don’t mind you calling me at any time of the night or day. I promise.” His voice sounds sincere.
“I remembered my name from a dream. Or a memory dream, I guess.” My shoulders slump. He isn’t going to accept my apology.
“What....” He pauses. I can hear a woman yelling at him in the background. He lets out a curse.
“Look, I have to go. I’ll come by tomorrow, er, later today. Get some sleep, ok? Bye.” He hangs up before I can answer.
Now I feel twice as guilty. I didn’t know I would cause problems for him. Was that his wife? I’ll check for a wedding ring tomorrow. I was so distracted by his handsome face that I didn’t bother to look at his hand for a ring. I let out a long sigh. Maybe I’ll just call detective Jones and only speak with him tomorrow.
I lay my head back and close my eyes. I need to get more sleep. I can feel my eyes getting heavy. I try to rack my brain for anything from my life that I can remember. Fog is all I see.
I slowly open my eyes, and I can see the sun peeking through the shades. I glance at the clock, and it’s eight am. I slept for a while. I was dreaming about my mother. We were baking in the kitchen of our home. I can still remember the smell of the fresh bread that just came out of the open. I feel my eyes glisten. Where is she? Why isn’t she here? Does she know that I was hurt?
The door swings open, and the nurse walks in. She smiles at me and starts to check on my vitals.
“Good morning. Breakfast should be here soon. We are going to start you with something light to see how you can stomach it. If you feel nauseous or anything, let us know, and we can put you back on the liquid diet. How’s your pain level?”
“It’s not as bad as yesterday.” I sit up a little. It’s not a total lie. I do feel slightly better than yesterday.
“That’s great.” She walks around and writes on the whiteboard that has information about my diet and pain. I notice her name isn’t on the board. It’s a different nurse's name. Maybe she is helping the other nurse out? Same with my doctor.
“I’ll be back in an hour or so with the doctor. Press the call button if you need anything. ” She smiles and exits the room.
Exactly an hour later, she and the doctor walk into the room. He smiles warmly at me.
“How are you feeling today?” For some reason, the sound of his voice gives me the chills.
“I am feeling a lot better today.” I try to smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. Something about this doctor makes me get a sick feeling in my stomach.
“Any memories come back?” He glances at me but then looks back to my chart.
“My name,” I say quietly.
He looks up at me quickly. His eyes widen just a bit, but then he covers them quickly with a smile. “That’s great. What is your name?”
“Dylan Black.” My voice is low.
“Well, Ms. Black, that is great news. Your memory should start to appear at any time. We will have a physical therapist come in later and get you up and moving just a bit. Your ankle and leg are broken, but we still need to try to get you up. We will start very easy with you.” He smiles at me.
I just nod my head. I can now do a full nod without getting any pain, so I’m glad.
He gets up and repeats something to the nurse, but I can’t hear. She smiles at him and then smiles at me, and they both walk out of my room. A few minutes later, the same nurse walks in with my food. It’s some toast and eggs. I’m glad it’s not broth. I am starving for some real food. I smile at the nurse and give her a small thank you. I inhale the food quickly.
After I am done with my breakfast, I turn on the tv. I don’t really want to watch anything. I just want to have some background noise. I start to think more about my dreams and recall anything that sticks out that can help me remember anything. My head starts to hurt because I am thinking too hard.
I close my eyes to rest my brain a bit, but my eyes fly open when I hear my door open and someone walking in. I look up, and my eyebrows shoot up.
“Hello, Dylan. How are you this morning?” Detective O’Conner smirks at me. How can a smirk look so sexy? Ugh, stop, stop! I tell myself. He is married. I can’t drool over a married man.
“I’m doing good, detective. How are you? Where is detective Jones this morning?” I ask. He is alone this morning. My heartbeat quicken just a bit, realizing that we are alone in the room. He takes another step close to me. I can smell his cologne and aftershave. It smells heavenly. I have to stop myself from taking a deep breath and closing my eyes to memorize his scent.
“He had something come up, so it’s just me today.” He smirks again. God, does he know what he is doing to me with that fuckin smirk?
“Oh.” Is all I can get out. I look at his hands to check for a ring, but his hands are stuffed in his pockets.
“I want to apologize for hanging up on you last night.” He’s apologizing to me? Even after I called him so late.
I shake my head. “No, no. I should be apologizing. I didn’t mean to wake you up or cause any problems.” I try to apologize.
“I already said that you are fine. I told you to call at any time, and I meant it.” He gives a genuine smile. I swoon. He has perfect white straight teeth. I just want to slap him for looking so good. I nod my head.
We stare at each other in silence for a moment. He glances around and spots a chair that is next to my bed. He moves over to sit in it. I take a few deep breaths to calm down. I’m glad they took off my heart monitor, or else he would know that my heart is beating out of my chest.
“What else can you remember from your dream?” His voice is soft.
“I just remember my mother calling my name and trying to wake me up for school but nothing else.” I look away. I don’t want to tell him about the end of that dream with the creepy voice whispering my name.
“Are you sure?“He whispers and cocks his head slightly to the side. Does he know I’m lying? I slightly gulp.
“That’s all I remember.” I look back at him. I see the questioning look in his eyes. He must know I’m lying.
“Alright. I’ve already started to look into the name you gave me. We have to sort through quite a few hits because you don’t know your birthdate or anything that can narrow anything down for us. We are trying everything we can. All we need from you is to get better. Leave the rest to me.” He smiles at me again.
I look down at his hands tapping his thighs, and I can see the gold band on his left finger. My heart breaks just a little bit. He is married. I internally sigh.
“Ok,” I smile a little.
“Get some rest. Call me if you remember anything. No matter what time it is.” He says firmly. He reaches out and puts his hand over mine. I expect my body to flinch like when the doctor tried to touch me, but instead, all I feel is a spark and then warmth that travels up my arm. His touch is calming, and feels safe. I just nod at him again and smile. He turns away and leaves the room. My shoulders slump again. Why do I feel this way with him? Is it because he’s good-looking? Must be.