What The Hell Happened?

3

"Look is there something wrong with me? Just tell me okay" I stated exasperated when no one spoke for a good ten minutes. The trainee nurse and neurologist doctor are conversing and from their grave expressions I could tell that something was up.

Is there something wrong with me? Do I have cancer? Fibroid??Hepatitis???

Oh god, please not hepatitis.

The doctor turns to me now and gives me a long long stare, not like those a guy gives a girl his deeply unto but more like an accessing one, like he was trying to read me inside out. "Alex, let me ask you another question. Can you please tell me what year we're currently in?"

I mentally facepalmed. What, I'm a five year old now?

"We're in 2004" I stated hotly, visibly trying to keep my voice in check. I don't want to get discharged in outright anger, my head still hurts.

They stared at me now, like I'm dumb or something. The specialist nurse keeps taking  notes as she whispered lightly into the doctor's ear. They look like a set of mime characters from Tom and Jerry, only without the humor part. They were dead serious.

"What? I didn't ace it? " I asked now when the doctor snaps his mouth open as if to say something, then change his mind last minute.

He plops down next to me." Alex, today's March 6 2007" He says, his eyes contorted.

Wait what now?

"Is this some kind of Joke? Who put you all up for this, that person really has a good sense of humor, hardly" I gave a nervous laugh, hoping they'll join in and say what hoes they are for tricking me like this.

But none of that was forthcoming.

"No one put us up for anything, and we're not joking" the trainee I'm guessing to be Macy chimes. "It's 2007"

"Seriously that's the future"  I say stupidly. But they aren't making any sense, "You're trying to say we've jumped a whole three years?" I can't help laughing.

"Don't be alarmed" the doctor says now. I can't help it. This all sounded unreal. "Can you kindly tell us the last thing you remember" He placed a hand soothingly on my shoulder as I stiffened. Is this some kind of plot for him to touch me. I shook it off, pissed.

"Don't worry I won't bite" He stated smug.

Ew.

"Well the last thing I recall is a Monday morning. It was the day octave after the spring carnival the night before - a thing our school made up. Jaden, a pal of mine was involved in a heated argument with Rich Brute Freddie" they all stifled a laugh at this. "I plunged in to separate them because their reasons were not valid and when the bell suddenly goes, there's a stampede. I get knocked over and gruesomely trampled upon and then... BAM! a b***h's thick heels knocked my skull and I passed out"  I paused now to catch my breath. "That was April 4th, and I'm a 100% sure because our annual carnival always falls on the 3rd"

The nurse peruse through her notes." Alex, all these too place more than three years ago" She seems sure. They all seem sure.

"What? So I'm dumb now? It's 2 0 0 4. I could say that again and again" I challenged.

"Calm down, there's nothing to freak out on here" the doctor took over. He takes out his phone and flips the unlock button. His home screen appears as he holds it out to me. "Here, see things for yourself"

Chills traveled down my guts as I glance at the date on the screen. No doubts about it, it's 2007 March 6.

But a device couldn't be trusted. Maybe he set his phone to that date to spite me.

But why would he do that?

My eyes falls back to Ariana Grande's photo which served as his wallpaper. "Ariana Grande isn't this tall. And her hair was wood brown not pink"  I looked up at them in confusion.

Sure, she would have dyed it but if there's one thing that artiste feels proud about, then it's her honey brown pony tailed hair.

Find it odd for a guy like me to know much about a female artiste? Well let's just be frank here, I'm her biggest fan and devotee.

There's about 40 songs from her in my phone.

"She did that dye a year ago. And she's off music now. She said that she's retiring 2007 remember?" the other trainee who haven't said a word since quipped.

The news had been about for a while now, and I'd been happy that in the space of two years in addition, there would have to be more fresh songs from her.

But I guess that's not happening anymore. Sure, I could download her songs from Google but they would be way out of vogue now.

How did this happen overnight?

"Was it a coma or what?" I couldn't seem to get over the thought.

"No Alex, you were admitted into this hospital two days ago"

What the heck, I was admitted two days ago in 2004 and now it's, 2007? Is it magic? Voodoo??

"What's happening?" I was losing it now. "I can't seem to get what you all are saying, we're not in Neverworld you see. I'm a crazy or what?"

"Calm down, don't stress yourself out" the doctor rubbed my back soothingly. It calmed me down a bit. "What I'm thinking is that you're suffering from retrograde Amnesia. It's a condition that arises from head injuries in which the victim can't seem to recall present memories"

I can't seem to think. He isn't making any sense, I've never been to this hospital before. And the way this is going I can't help panicking.

"Did you take my kidney? I hear it's hot in sales now"

"What? No, that's against our ethics here. We don't go about stealing body organs. You're just forgotten a distinct part of your life that's all"

That seemed convincing.

"But will I ever recall it?" though all these doesn't in any way make sense to me, I couldn't help worrying over the aftermath.

What's been going on since that day in the hallway. And if it's really 2007,then oh my god..... I'm nineteen, I'm too old.

But I don't feel like it.

" Yeah, it depends but it'll take some time" this doesn't offer any form of consolation at all. I shut my eyes firm for a moment and try to juggle my thoughts together. Nothing. It seemed like I was wandering back to a tiring abyss. A starless galaxy.

"But you'll be fine. Your brain's just trying to reboot" the specialist nurse smiles once more as the doctor keep saying something about scans and neurological exams. I kept calm, holding tightly unto the glass of coffee they brought for me. So that's why Mom's dressed like a hooker. She and Dad must have separated afterwards and she'd gotten remarried. But what really broke them apart?

If only this brain of mine would just kick start and it'll all click back.

But it's frictionless right now