Over the last several days, I have been doing physical therapy since I’ve been in bed for so long and all the tubes have been removed from my body. I’ve been slowly eating regular food after having the feeding tube removed and it tastes so good, but really filling. “It almost feels like this is the most I’ve eaten in a long time,” I think to myself.
Jake has been coming by every day and even brought me a burger, fries and a milkshake for dinner one night. He finally told me what happened to me and how he happened to find me. He doesn’t tell me about himself much, but he asks me everyday how I’m feeling and if I remember anything. I don’t. I can’t help but wonder why he comes to see me so often...did he have something more to do with what happened to me?
The doctor has come to see me every day to check my progress. He says my wounds are all healed or nearly healed, but I am suffering from amnesia. He can’t tell me if it’s going to be temporary or permanent. For some reason deep in my mind, I don’t know if I want to remember everything, but yet I do want to know who I am and where my family is. He tells me I’m ready to go home, but I don’t know where that home is right now.
“Where am I going to go? Is anyone looking for me? How am I going to eat? Where am I going to get money?” The thoughts continuously fill my mind and I can’t help but cry as I stare out the window of my hospital room.
I heard him enter my room, but I continued to face the window as I didn’t want him to see me cry. I still don’t really know much about this man, but I feel connected to him and feel safe when he is around.
“How are you feeling today?”
“Like I’ve lost my mind.”
“Well you kind of did.” He said with a smile to make me laugh a little and I did.
He came to my side and sat down in the chair across from me.
“What is going through that head of yours?”
“The doctor tells me I can leave here, but I have no place to go. I have no money and I just don’t know what to do,” I sobbed.
“I have a solution for you, if you’ll agree to it.”
“What’s that?” I sniffed and looked up at the handsome man in front of me.
“Come home with me.”
“What?” I gasped.
“I’m serious, come home with me. You can stay as long as you need to.”
“But I don’t know how long that will be and I can’t expect you to take care of me.”
“I want to help you and I don’t care how long it takes.”
“I don’t know. I just want to. I feel like I need to keep you safe.”
“Safe from what?”
“I don’t know. It’s a feeling I have.”
“OK, but I will leave as soon as I can find anything about my past and who I am.”
“Deal, and I will help you as much as I can.” He offered his hand for me to shake.
“Deal.” I smiled and shook his hand.
“What about my hospital bill? I can’t afford all this?”
“No need, it’s already been taken care of.”
“Jake, you shouldn’t have. I can’t repay you.”
“No need to. Now let’s get you ready to go.”
“I can’t go yet. I have to wait for the doctor and I have no clothes.” I blushed and looked away.
“I’ll be back soon,” Jake smiled and he left the room.
A few hours later, I was dressed in new clothes that Jake bought for me and was getting ready to leave the hospital, finally, after almost three weeks of being there. I recovered pretty quickly the doctor told me, but I was still weak. I was getting stronger each day and Jake promised the doctor that he would make sure I did my daily exercises to continue to gain strength and to eat at least three meals a day since I was still extremely underweight.
As the nurse wheeled me to the lobby, Jake had his driver, Dylan, pick us up at the door. I thanked the nurse for all the care and got into the backseat and Jake slid in after me. This was it, I was going to stay with a man I just met, I think. I hope I’m making the right decision.