Lost Memories
989 Words
Lyana
The intense pain in my abdomen is like a third-degree burn, burning the flesh from the inside out. I open my eyes feeling tired and uncomfortable, how did I end up in this hospital bed?
"Lyana" The male voice attracts my attention.
I look to the side finding the beautiful man with bright green eyes, his features seem to carry a mixture of worry and happiness. But I don’t recognize him, it’s like a blank spot in my memory.
"Where is my mother?" I question curious.
He opens and closes his mouth raising his thick eyebrow and making a wrinkle appear in the middle of his forehead. A beard a little too big without having a defined cut as if it had been days without shaving. Maybe I am, since under your eyes I see dark circles under my eyes.
"I’ll call the doctor." Declares.
"Why am I in the hospital?" I question.
He blinks a few times, but stands up and presses a button next to my bed, sighing annoyed at not understanding what a stranger is doing here in my mother’s place.
"Who are you?" I ask without disguising the irritation in my voice.
I observe the way with surprise and a certain disappointment strike his features, but before he can speak the door opens, revealing a man of medium height, brown eyes, the embroidery on the coat. I need to control my will to smile, I always dreamed of marrying a doctor, after all, I also want to be a doctor, so my husband will understand my routine.
"How’s Doctor Lyana?" the doctor questions opening a smile.
I feel my face getting wrinkled with my head curious before the question.
"I have not yet entered medical school," is the only answer that comes to my mind.
A loud sigh draws my attention to the short redhead who shows she is worried about me.
"What year is Lyana in?" the doctor asks.
"2012"
The silence that falls in the room is frustrating I do not even know why I am here.
"We are in 2023." the green-eyed man responds.
I arch my eyebrows opening a smile.
"What kind of joke is this?" I question realizing that my voice has gone up a few tones.
They’re not telling the truth, are they? I feel breathlessness and a huge panic.
"Lyana" The familiar voice attracts my attention.
At the door, I finally see a familiar face.
"Daddy," I murmur shuddering at the falling tears.
He approaches quickly, hugging me as I begin to cry like a child clinging to the only safe place I have.
"What’s going on?" his deep voice questions.
"The blood loss decreased the oxygenation of the brain long enough to cause memory loss."
I raise my head to face the doctor’s face.
"What happened to me?" I ask. "Where’s Mommy?"
I see the way my father gets tense, his gaze analyzing every trace of my features.
"You had an accident, daughter." declares. "And your mother had to travel to visit a university"
"Call her, please," I ask feeling my chin tremble with tears.
"Sure little princess." He opens the proud smile of always calming a little fear in my chest.
"Are you feeling any headaches?"
I look at the doctor who questions still with a look of concern.
"No, just my belly seems to be burning from the inside out," I replied heartily.
"That’s because you’re going through a healing process." Speaks. " Lyana, can you remember how old you are?"
"Fourteen" I murmur.
My father’s heavy sigh attracts my attention.
"You’re 25, daughter." He speaks calmly.
Her fingers caress my head, easing the discomfort I feel with this conversation.
"This is Hunnam and Emmanuelle your co-workers."
Dazed eye for doctor and nurse opening a small smile.
"You gave us a scare Lyana." Finally, the nurse speaks, I like the way your voice sounds familiar and the way she says my name like an old friend.
I open a smile to her and wave to the man, his gaze seems sad at the lack of recognition. I sigh without knowing what to do before the embarrassing situation.
I turn my face towards the man standing a few steps from the bed, his green gaze seems to want to devour me in a way I don’t understand.
"And who are you?" I ask laying down my head on my shoulder and looking at him from another perspective.
His confident posture inside a polo collar shirt and jeans, showed his muscular body, square jaw, and angled nose along with a scar on the eyebrow leaving him charming. Embarrassed to be watching all this, I bite my lips knowing that my cheeks should be blushing. He holds the protective metal from my hospital bed, extending his hand and wrapping a lock of my hair on my fingers returning it behind my ear.
"I am your husband." He declares without looking away.
My heart beats with declaration and the world seems to collapse before me.
My husband... this handsome man is my husband. I have the feeling of being inside a dream or maybe the headaches are distorting what I just heard coming out of his lips.
Your thin beard and dark eyes looking worried about what I think or if I’m in pain seem to be so real, at what point in life did I get married when I was so paranoid about studying? Did I stop to enjoy life?
Honestly do not remember anything and this is terrifying, I squeeze my fingers against the thin sheet of the hospital waiting for the endless questions of the doctor to end, I want to find a familiar face, but I only remember watching Gossip Girl on the couch eating popcorn after spending hours studying for a high school test. Even looking for my father now doesn't give me the familiar thing that I need and this scares me.
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