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Going Home

Dylan


It’s been one week since I woke up from the hospital, and I am healing very nicely. My head is still foggy, but I don’t have any more headaches. My right arm and leg are still in a cast, but my left knee brace has come off. The doctor said I’ll be in these casts for 5-6 more weeks. I can get up and move around with a physical therapist, and I finally had a shower instead of a sponge bath which I love because I felt so dirty. I had to wrap my arm and leg in plastic to shower, but I got to wash everything else. I only got to wash the back of my hair because I still have the stitches in my front hairline.

Detective Jones has come by once to ask a few more questions, but I still don’t remember anything, so it was a useless trip for him. Detective O’Conner has stopped by every single day. Sometimes it’s just for five minutes, and sometimes it’s for more than an hour. He brings me food and chocolate sometimes. He said he still hasn’t found any information on who I am. It’s saddening not knowing who I am or why no one has come to visit me. Does anyone realize that I’m missing? Was I estranged from my family?

Doctor Lewis, aka Doctor Creepy, and nurse Kelly are the only other people I see besides the physical therapist. I am very lonely. I try not to break down and cry over the fact that I am all alone. I cry to myself at least once a day.

I keep having the same dream or nightmare where I am running through the woods. I wake up sweating and gasping for air. I don’t know if it’s a memory or if it’s just a nightmare. I talked to Detective O’Conner about it a little bit, and he listened to everything I said intensively. He asked if I recognized the place at all, but of course, I didn’t.

As I am eating my lunch, my door opens, and Dr. Lewis comes in. My eyes widen just a bit. Usually, when he comes in, nurse Kelly is with him, but today he is solo.

I look back quickly back to my food and take a bite. My heart starts to quicken.

“Afternoon, Ms. Black. How are you doing today?” He smiles at me.

“I’m doing good, Dr.,” I slightly gulp. My stomach is twisting in knots.

“Well, you are healing very nicely. It looks like you’ll be able to go home today.”

My mouth drops open. I have been waiting to leave. I’m sick of this hospital bed. “Really?” I ask excitedly.

“Yes. You need to have physical therapy every day, and ideally, it would be nice if you had someone to help care for you every day.”

I open my mouth to talk, but then I quickly close it, and my shoulders slump.

“Dr., I don’t remember anything. I don’t know where I live. I don’t know anyone who could help me. I don’t have any money.” My voice cracks and the end. I can feel my eyes glistening.

He frowns slightly. “Didn’t the detectives speak with you?” He asks.

“No. I haven’t spoken to them since yesterday.” I furrow my brows. “Let me call them right now.” I turn to grab the phone, but Dr. Lewis’ hand shoots out and touches mine. I yank my hand back as if he has burned me. I start to breathe hard. I don’t like him touching me.

His eyes widen, and I can see a slight glare he gives me, but he covers it quickly. “I’ll be right back.” He stands up and walks out of the room.

I quickly grab the phone and call detective O’conner. It rings and rings, but he doesn’t answer. It’s a voicemail. I am about to call detective Jones when I look up and see Dr. Lewis standing at the foot of my bed. I jump back just a little bit.

He grins at me. He opens his mouth to speak, but then detective O’conner walks into the room. I let out a breath of relief. I’m so glad to see him. He looks at me with a smile, but it slightly drops when he sees that I have a panicked look in my eye. He looks at the Dr and looks back at me. He gives me a questioning look, like he is silently asking if I’m ok. I smile at him, but it doesn’t reach my eyes.

“Hey, Dylan. I have good news.” He takes a seat and looks at Dr. Lewis. “Can you excuse us? Dr. I have important information for Dylan?”

The Dr glares at the detective then smiles. “Of course.” He almost growls out. He looks back at me and smiles, and then walks out of the room. I let another breath of relief out.

“Are you alright?” Detective O’Conner asks as he puts his hand on mine. His hand is very big compared to mine and incredibly warm.

“Yes. I’m fine.” I breathe out.

“Well, I’ll get right to it. The good news is, we figured out where you live.” He gives a tight smile.

“And the bad news?”

He frowns. “That’s the only information we could find on you. We don’t know anything about your family, where you work, or where you were born. We can’t find any friends. We have nothing on you.”

I furrow my brows. “How could there not be any information on me? That’s impossible? Is it an apartment?”

This seems too good to be true.

“Yes. We asked the manager for any information on you, but he doesn’t have any either. He has your name. You paid your rent a year in advance. We looked at the place, and it’s bare. There isn’t any mail, anything personal of yours. You wouldn’t know that you lived there.” His brows are pinched together.

“They are discharging me today.” I sigh in defeat. This is all so confusing.

“The place is small and bare, but it’s livable. You can stay there until we find out more about you.”

“Well, I don’t have a choice. I need somewhere to go.” My voice cracks just a little bit.

He puts his hand back on mine. “Hey. Everything is going to be ok. I’m going to figure this out. I have the best guys working on getting any information we can find on you. I promise that I am doing everything in my power to help you.” He smiles slightly.

I simply nod. I know if I talk, I will start to cry, and I don’t want to cry in front of him.

“When you are discharged, I can drive you there and help you settle.”

I shake my head, but before I can decline the offer, he cuts me off. “I’m not going to take no for an answer.” He says firmly.

I sigh. I know he isn’t going to give in. There is nothing I can do but let him help me and figure all this out.

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