They say when you're going through surgery and you go under, that it is the best sleep a person can get, like a sleepy bliss. No dreams, no interpretations, and you wake up feeling like you've been a sleep for years but for me it wasn't like that at all.
I could hear things that were said from time to time. I don't exactly know why but occasionally I could feel my heart race because I was scared it would stop all together if I relaxed. I couldn't get up or move even a pinky toe. My eye lids felt to heavy, my hands and feet felt like they were tied to the white hospital bed i was laying perfectly still in. I was trapped in my own body. Then all at once everything went black. I didn't feel anything or have conciseness.
When I opened my eyes all the pain and soreness hit me at once. I looked from sided to side as nurses went by, some walking and others rushing. They were attending to other patients that were in the same room as me or searching through their computers.
I opened my mouth but no sound came out, none. That made me go into a frenzy because I didn't remember anything before I wake up in this place. Why am I here? Who am I? Why is my voice gone? So many questions rattle through my brain. Suddenly I see one nurse finally notice me, putting tinted liquid from a syringe into my IV Bag and went back typing something into the computer. Before I knew it my eyes were getting heavy and everything became dark.
"How...you know...not him?" I tried to understand the conversation in the outside world but it was difficult since I was still asleep and my head was foggy. "Birthmark....real one.." I was waking up now because their voices were getting louder as if i was resurfacing from underwater. My eyes opened once more and looked around the new room I was in. To find two guys standing in the corner of the room by the door. The one that has his back to me had ripped jeans, white t-shirt and combat boots on. The other was wearing a collared long sleeve shirt, pants and dress shoes. His facial features were that of a guy in his mid 40s, he had a short beard and mustache with slicked combed back light brown hair. He's face stern and not exactly what you want to wake up to especially after loosing you're memory.
He notices that I am awake and looks at me for a bit. "Arlo, look." The guy that he's back facing me turned toward me. "So the famous Dean has awoken." This Arlo guy said. "W-who is Dean?" I was surprised i was able to talk now even though it was a bit hoarse and scratchy. They both looked at each other then back at me. "Aww heck. Don't tell me we just grabbed a look alike." Arlo frustratedly scratched his head then looked at the other guy who had been quite this whole time only watching the scene play out.
"Apollo, you don't have anything to say? I mean what are we going to do now?" Arlo questioned. "Hard to say it could just be because they did something to him or to make him forget." "Why would they do something like that? If he forgot everything then he's useless."
I was at a lose. Whatever they were talking about I had no clue. I just knew I was getting angry because they were talking as if I wasn't here. I sat up as fast as I could which probably seemed slow because of the pounding in my head. "Will someone explain what's going on? Do you know me?" I asked finically getting my courage back.
"Trying to be tough now?" Arlo put his hands his hips. "You're names Dean and you were the best science project out of the break out of 2000."
