Chapter2
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DAISY
“I think she’s awake.”
“Her hands are moving.”
“This is a miracle! She was a vegetable, no hope of ever coming to.”
“And to think you wanted to pull the plug, doctor.”
Voices were floating around me. I could not tell who was saying what but I knew I felt strange. What had happened to me? What was happening around me? My eyes fluttered open, it felt like a chore. A strenuous one.
My eyelids were heavy and my eyes hurt from too much brightness in the room.
“You’re awake. Thank goodness! I’m glad I was hopeful.” I was attacked with hugs by a strange man. I had no idea who he was or why he was hugging me like a long lost loved one.
“Welcome back, Miss Millers.” I followed the sound of that familiar voice. It was Drew. I recognized him at least.
Though he was not openly displaying emotions like this strange young man who would not stop touching every part of my face and body. What was he looking for? An existing injury? Or a new one?
Drew had this very relieved look on his face as though he was happy I was alive. But then, he had called me another name. Miss Millers. I was not Millers. I was Powell. Daisy Powell. Or did he forget his fiancée’s name too?
“Let me take a look at her.” A voice that sounded professional yet cool said.
This PDA giving guy finally left my side and a doctor came to me. He gave me a kind smile. “How many fingers, Miss Millers?”
My brows furrowed. Why was everyone calling me Miss Millers? “Three.” My voice was hoarse. “But why’s everyone calling me Miss Millers?” I turned to my fiancée.
“Drew, did you give them a fake name?”
He frowned, eyeing me. ”Doctor, do you think there’s something wrong with her? I fear Rosalie might have lost her memory.”
“Rosalie?” I was becoming more confused. My brain cells were more active now but I felt very numb as though I had been lying for a long, long time.
How long had I been out? My temples throbbed, I winced.
“Miss Millers, can you not remember anything?” The doctor gazed coolly at me. I knew he was medically scrutinizing me, he could already well be making diagnosis and analysis in his mind.
“I’m not Miss Millers. Drew tell them, please.” My body seemed overused which was weird.
“Babe, can you recognize me?” The PDA guy came to sit beside me, smiling hopefully into my eyes.
“What’s your name?” I had to ask because all of this was scaring me.
His face fell and he looked at the doctor, Drew then returned his gaze to me. Something was wrong. I could see it now, and I had to know what it was.
“Being in a coma for that long is enough to affect the mind and jumble the memory a bit.” The doctor commented with an air of significance.
“How long?” I was almost scared to ask.
“You’ve been out for almost sixteen months.” The PDA guy with nerd-looking glasses and a pair of nice brown eyes staring through those glasses told me. He was currently holding my hand.
“What?!” I squeaked weakly. Fourteen whole months?! What had happened during this time? I had missed out on a lot of things. Had they released the last movie I acted in?
“Don’t panic, love. I’m here for you.” The nerdy guy kissed my knuckles.
Ew! What was going on here? Why was this guy behaving as though I meant something to him and Drew stood there looking sympathetically at me? I needed to find out.
“Where’s the bathroom, please?” I asked the doctor, tugging my hand from the guy’s grip. The public show of affection was beginning to grate my nerves raw.
If I had the strength, I would have given him a piece of my mind and fought him off of me. But right now, I was feeling like I had been hit by a train carrying many loads. I wanted to know why they were calling me a strange name, including my fiancé.
“There’s one at the end of this room. Your boss made it possible. He insisted on a VIP ward for you.” Mr. Nerdy PDA informed.
Drew was my boss? Okay, I could not keep the suspense anymore. I climbed out of the bed but had to grab the sheets to keep from falling. My legs wobbled as that of a toddler learning to walk.
Sixteen months would do that to anyone. But I needed to find out who I was right this moment. The PDA guy rushed to my side. “I’ll help you.”
“Thank you.” At least one of us was responsible, I gave Drew a stink eye.
His frown deepened yet he remained still. The guy helped me to the bathroom and was about to take me in. “I’m fine here. I can manage.”
“Come on babe, there’s nothing I haven’t seen. Let me help you.” He smiled.
He was good looking but creepy. “No. Don’t come in with me.”
“But you…”
“Are you deaf? I can manage from here.” I used all of my strength to pull away from him. I almost regretted that decision as I nearly went face flat on the floor.
I was quick to hold myself in time. Anger was adding to my frustration and fear, and I blamed Mr. Glasses. If he had gently let go without allowing me to use force, I would have been fine.
Without letting him near me, I used the wall for support to quickly step into the bathroom and closed the door while he stood there looking not quite pleased.
I went to the mirror and…. “Ahhhhhhh!”
A pounding came on the door. “Are you okay, babe? Rosalie?” It was the nerd guy for sure.
But that was not my problem. My trembling hands slowly crawled into my face, feeling every feature. What had happened? I could not believe what…or rather who was staring at me.
I was no longer wearing my natural face but that of a woman with red hair instead of black. Emerald eyes stared back, where were my hazel eyes?
Who was this person staring back at me? And what happened to my own body?
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