Mr. Eduardo- My Obsession

“Ugh…” I groaned loudly, waking up in a strange place. Where am I? I thought looking around the room I was in currently. The room I was in was white and almost squeaky clean. Was I in a hospital? I looked around a little more for any clues. What happened? Why…. why can't I remember anything? Who–? My eyes widened a fraction at that. Who am I? At that, I tried to stand up but the pain from moving so fast stopped me. My hand immediately shot up to hold my head but it was covered with tubes connected to the iv bags on my side. Exactly why was I covered in bandages and bruises? I need answers quickly. Suddenly, the door to the room opened softly and in walked a nurse who pushed a little cart of food in it. When she looked up and noticed that I was awake, she immediately smiled. “Hi…” I managed to say with a croak. My lips were dry, and my throat was parched. “Oh sorry, here– drink this” she said, rushing to my side with a cup of water to my lips. I felt the cold sensation of the liquid going down my throat, when I was done I sighed happily. “How are you feeling today, miss?” She asked knowingly. I didn't miss the worried look on her face when she asked me. “I feel…. good” I struggled to say, but so far so good. “Wonderful, I'm going to get the doctor okay?” She said, already walking towards the door and away from me. I wanted to call her back, this whole situation was freaking me out. I couldn't remember anything or how I even got here in the first place. Was I in a mental facility? Was I going to be used for back water experiments? My eyes bulging from my sockets, I tried to think of ways to figure out if I was in an underground facility. But when I looked outside the window I saw trees and the fresh breeze coming into the room was so soothing. This made me calm down a bit, although I still felt the need to get answers. The door opened again to reveal a man with the same nurse that was in here earlier. He was tall, had jet black hair paired with piercing eyes that could see through the soul. He had what I assumed were reading glasses perched on his nose. Currently, he wore a lab coat that was so doctor coded, and he held a board thingy in his hands. “Good morning, miss. How are you feeling today?” He asked with a soothing voice. His voice was like velvet, smooth and silk. I was mesmerized just by hearing him talk but I righted myself. “I–uh, I'm good… thank you” I said, still struggling to recognize my own voice. “Do you have any headaches?” His question made me feel self-conscious as he looked over my face and body. “No…” I said timidly, it was obvious I was very awkward. “Do you still feel pain in these areas?” He asked, coming closer to point at my bandages. I nodded a little to answer, tired of talking but more curious than anything. “Okay…. You’re just waking up so I'm going to give you a moment to take in everything, have something to eat and then I'll be back okay?” Gazing at me with crossed arms, he posed the question. I nodded solemnly and with one last look at me, he took off. The nurse from earlier came around my bed to push the makeshift table that was attached to the bed so that I could eat from there. I looked at her grateful, she just smiled and continued with her work. I gladly obliged when she asked if she could feed me. It went on like that for what felt like an hour, me chewing softly and her feeding me. “Do you want some more?” She asked, gesturing to the food left. I shook my head slightly, I was full, and I had no interest in eating anymore. “Good, just relax. I'll get the doctor” she said, taking the tray as she walked towards the door. “Thank you” I said hoarsely, making her stop in her tracks. She turned to smile at me and carried on with her task. Left alone, I couldn't think of anything else to do so I closed my eyes briefly. Just as soon as she left, the doctor walked back in determined. He nodded at me expectantly and I nodded back. So, he proceeded to ask me questions about my body and the pain I felt. He kept asking me questions that I tried to answer until he asked for my name. I froze, immediately shocked to realize I didn't know my own name? Didn't I? I don't remember. “Miss? Do you know your name?” He asked again, worry lines etched on his face. I thought deeply, trying to see if there was anything I could recall. I closed my eyes and breathed in sharply to clear my head. Suddenly, I saw flashes from a memory that I couldn't hold on to for long. But one thing stood out, I opened my eyes in a flash. I probably looked crazy with my behavior but he said nothing, he patiently waited for me to talk. “Do you remember anything at all?” Despite his repeated attempts, he received no response. My face had fallen at the realization that I didn't know who I was. I couldn't remember anything from yesterday. I didn't know who I was. Or maybe I did, I just knew one thing. “We'll take this slow and steady okay? Do you remember anything?” He asked, peering down at me with soft eyes. I took my time breathing heavily trying to come up with a way to explain what I felt. In a daze, I replied, “Yes…” “Okay. What would that be?” He said, surprising me. “Ariana….”