When my eyes open there are people crowded round, from their dress I think they're doctors. One asked me my name, another how I was feeling, someone else asked me if I remembered anything. But that frustrated me because the only thing I could remember was a hazy image of a man and I could almost hear his voice but when I thought about it directly it disappeared. I think it must have been a dream, because I don't even know what it was about and, I mean, what else could it be?
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The nurses tell me that I'm going to be allowed visitors. She makes it clear that i probably won't be able to remember them, that I shouldn't strain to hard to. It hasn't been long so I don't know what happened, why I'm here, or if I will get memories back eventually. They've told me my name is Alice, I'm trying to kid myself into believing that it sounds even remotely familiar but it doesn't seem to be ringing any bells. My nurse, Wanda, pokes her head through the door. "Alice, hon, here's someone to see you." A short woman, in a red coat and kitten heels comes marching through the door and starts tugging at my blankets and my hospital gown, muttering furiously fast to herself. She starts smoothing my hair and I just sit there bewildered. I have no scooby-doo who this woman is and yet her she is tugging and my hair, "honestly, Alice, don't they give patients hairbrushes? You look dreadful." I suppose I must do considering I have stitches up half my face and the rest is covered in little cuts and bruises and I have a thick plaster cast on my wrist, "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude but, who are you?" She spun round to face me, her skinny stick-like eyebrows knitted together, "Why! I'm your mother!"
