All at once, my vision was flooded with light. It was so bright and blinding that I almost wanted to go back to the darkness.
I heard a gasp. “Mollie! Oh my God, Mollie come here! Clara! Oh my God, Clara!” I heard the boy start to sob. The room began to come into focus.
The boy was kneeling next to me. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes that were filled with tears. He was gripping my hand. He leaned over and kissed me. I looked at him strangely. Who was this boy and what made him think he could kiss me?
A girl entered the room, flanked by an army of nurses and doctors. She gave a little scream and ran over. “Clara! You’re awake! Oh my gosh!” She started to cry. What was with these people and all of the crying?
One of the doctors came over. “Okay, I know this is really confusing for you right now. My name is Dr. Aimee Hall. Do you know what your name is?”
I racked my brain. “It-it might be Clara? I only know that because they called me that.” I pointed at the girl and boy. The girl had her hand over her mouth, suppressing a sob. She was clinging to the boy. They both looked as if they were on the verge of losing it.
Dr. Hall nodded and wrote something down on her clipboard. “Okay. Are you up for a few more questions?”
“Any idea what your last name is?”
I shook my head.
“Does the name Evans ring any bells?”
“Do you know how old you are?”
“Think really hard. Does any information come to mind?”
I concentrated but drew a blank. “No.” It was like my brain was completely empty.
“Okay. We have to analyze the results so that I can tell you this officially, but I’m going to tell you now anyways. You’re suffering from amnesia. We have to ask you more questions before I can tell you how serious it is, but based on the fact that you don’t remember anything at all, it doesn’t seem very good. I’m going to ask you two to not tell her anything more than the basics because she’s already overwhelmed. Are you in any pain right now?”
“I sort of have a splitting headache.”
She turned to one of the nurses. “Get her meds, please.” She turned to another. “Can you call her parents and inform them of the situation?” She turned back to me. “Okay, great. I’ll be back soon.” The group of doctors and nurses marched out. One nurse came back and handed me two pills and a cup of water. I accepted them gratefully.
“Clara,” the boy said in almost a whisper.
The girl came and knelt beside my bed with the boy. “Hi, Clara. I’m Mollie.”
“And I’m Josh,” the boy added.
The girl- Mollie- took over. “So about a month ago-”
Josh interrupted her, “37 days.”
“Right. About a month ago, you and Josh were driving home from dinner when you were hit by a drunk driver. Josh got off with very minor injuries but you have been in a coma ever since.”
I stared at her. “Um…”
“I’m sorry, this is probably really unnerving. Do you want me to stop?”