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Where Am I?

Where Am I?

Two Weeks Later...


“Where is that beeping coming from?” I tried to open my eyes, but they were just so heavy, I couldn’t open them. “Why can’t I open my eyes? What happened to me? Where am I?” Question after question kept popping in my head and I couldn’t answer any of them.

Muffled Voices...

“Sir, there still hasn’t been any change in her condition. She is stable and her wounds are healing, but she still hasn’t awakened.”

“It’s been two weeks. Why is it taking so long?”

“I don’t know sir. Sometimes it takes awhile for the brain to heal after the trauma she received.”

“Hey, I’m here and I can hear you. Can you hear me? … Hello?... Anybody? … Why can’t they see I’m awake?” I kept trying to open my eyes, but to no avail.

“What kind of trauma are you talking about?”

“I don’t exactly know what happened before you found her, but she was beaten repeatedly and X-rays show several bones in different healing stages, meaning this has been going on for a long time. There is also evidence of long-term sexual abuse.”

“So she was beaten, raped and left for dead? Is that what you are saying? Who would do this?”

“Sir, I’ve already talked to the police about my findings and I have faith that they will find out what happened.”

“Thank you doctor.”

End of Voices

I heard footsteps coming towards me.

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand and slide a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Hello? Who are you?” I asked, but the questions remained in my head as I couldn’t speak. Then he started talking...

“Hey, it’s me again. I know you probably can’t hear me, but I wanted to let you know that someone is here for you. Please wake up and tell me who you are. I can’t stop thinking about you.” He sighed and rested his forehead on my hand that was still in his.

With all the strength I could gather, I squeezed the man’s hand. Startled, he squeezed back and asked me to do it again and I did.

“Nurse, nurse! I think she is waking up.” He let go and must have gone looking for a nurse. “I was talking to her and she squeezed my hand.” I heard him say as he returned and took my hand again.

The nurse came over to me and checked me over, but I still couldn’t tell her I was aware of them nor open my eyes on my own.

“Sir, I don’t see any changes, but we will continue to monitor.” I heard her footsteps as she walked away.

I heard the man sigh and he too, got up and walked away.


“Hello? Is anybody there?” I whispered and coughed as I slowly opened my eyes and squinted as the light blinded me. “Hello?” I said a little louder this time.

“You are awake?” A man I didn’t know asked me and then called for a nurse.

“Yes, I am,” I replied hoarsely. “Who are you and where am I?”

The man brought a glass of water to my lips and I took a small sip. The man then pressed the nurse call button and told someone to come into the room.

“My name is Jake Masterson and you are at the hospital.”

“ What? How?” I struggled to sit up.

“Calm down miss,” the nurse said as she entered the room and saw my distress.

“What happened and why am I here?” I asked her.

She began looking at the monitors and looking in my eyes to make sure I was ok and then proceeded to ask me several questions rather than answering mine.

“Can you tell me your name?” she asked.

“My name is… my name is ….” Why can’t I think of my name?

“Can you tell me what happened and how you came to be injured?”

“I...I don’t know…”

“Can you tell me who I can contact?”

“I’m not sure...I don’t know…”

“OK, that’s enough questions for now. Don’t you see she can’t answer them?” The man stepped in and told the nurse.

“I’m going to get the doctor, I will be right back.” She responded.

“Why am I here?” I asked the man named Jake.

“I found you severely injured and brought you here,” he replied.

“How long have I been here?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

“Yes, you have been in a coma.”



“Stacy. That’s my name, I think.”

“You think?”

“It just came to me. I can’t seem to remember anything else. It’s like a fog in my head and I can’t recall anything before I woke up.”

“Well, it’s nice to finally have a name to call you,” he said as he smiled at me.

I smiled back and really took a long look at this very good-looking man standing next to my bed. A blush grew across my face and I looked down.

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