The hospital had none of her belongings.
Not her keys, her wallet, not anything.
All they had was the gray-colored sweatpants and white t-shirt that she was found in, that was laundered before it was returned to her to wear home.
She didn’t recognize either piece of clothing, not even after they assured her that this was what she had on when she was brought in by pedestrians who witnessed her unconscious and unsheltered in the street.
Even with that reassurance, it still didn’t make any sense to her that she couldn’t recognize the clothes.
Her missing wallet and identification, along with her keys made sense, since she lost them during the earthquake. When she went to the lobby that first night, she’d left all of that in her room and never had a chance to return for them.
But she
