Chapter 5 Who the hell are you

Chapter 5

"How did I get here?"

"You passed out; no one knows what happened to you. The doctors said: you had suffered a concussion: a severe blow to the head from a very strong object; it affected your brain, and that's how you passed out. Ever since you passed out, you've been in the hospital unconscious for six months..."

"Six months!?"

I interrupted.

"yeah, six months"

she replied; nodding her head.

"How long is that?"

"Maybe One hundred and six days, or One hundred and seventy days; perhaps, One hundred and eighty something days."

"What!?"

"Yeah,"

she retorted; nodding her head.

"One day you suddenly opened your eyes, and that was what gave us hope, that you would come back to life. I was euphoric at first, but became crestfallen when the doctor said that you were still unconscious. For weeks all you could do was open your eyes, look around for a while, and then close em back. But weeks ago, you suddenly woke up, incredibly agitated and shockingly strong for someone who was in a coma. You were conscious, but kind of dazed. You could breathe on your own, so the tubes in your mouth were removed. After some days, you were moved from the ICU to this ward. I was the one who wheeled you all the way here, with a wheelchair. So you mean you don't remember a tiny bitty thingy that happened in the past few days?"

"Yes."

I nodded my head. I had no idea of what she was talking about..

"But you do remember AY and Wole right?"

Hmm hmm,

I shook my head. Looking at me she also shook her head.

"They are your best friends. They often visited, sang for you, told you stuffs and gists. Even though you were quit dazed, you laughed along with em said few words and that was all....."

I listened keenly as words rolled out of her mouth as if they were some kind of water of life; perhaps, some elixir that I have been waiting all day to cure me from my confused state. Her words were full of kindness and concern; most importantly, answers to my questions. Although I couldn't remember laughing at jokes told by my best friends or being wheeled by her from room to rooms, but listening to her sweet gist dowsed me with a great amount of relief. As hours went by, sleep visited me, and without hesitation I followed it to the world of Oblivion. From that day onwards, any time my mom visited she would show me photographs and pictures in frames. The people in the photographs looked like a family, young man and woman, wedding pictures, teenagers, children and babies. As the glossy images passed through my fingers I would stare at my mom and ask who they were. Sometimes if I stare too long at a photograph she would ask give a anxious look and ask,

"do you recognize that one?"

But unfortunately I would reply by shaking my head.

*. *. *

I lay on my gurney, waiting for my mom to return so we could engage in our normal discussion: Our conversation were so much more than words; the smiles, the gentle shrugs, the nodding, the winking and bla,bla,bla. The light in my moms eyes gave me peace and comfort. So I lay there; longing to see them. Suddenly a figure caught the corner of my eye. I couldn't prevent myself from glancing at who it was. When I turned my neck around, my eyes fell on a petite girl putting on a casual form fitting gown. My gaze turned downward. She was carrying a white plastic basket in her right hand.

"Hi stiles"

she greeted and sat beside me on the gurney.

"Oh! Stiles you look great today. Your eyes, they look livelier than ever."

She said, suddenly placing her hands gently on the sides of my face, caressing my cheeks, kissing me over and over again on my temple. Her voice was like music under a warm summer breeze and her smile was like sunshine.

"Can you see me clearly now. Can you hear me now, or feel my touch?"

She said with black luminescent eyes that glistened with tears, but I didn't utter a word. Her action left me stunned. My eyes bore into hers; staring daggers at her, I wondered who the hell she was.

"hey come on, why are you staring at me like that? Aren't you happy to see me?"

She inquired anxiously.

"Who the hell are you?"

I mumbled.

"OMG! You still don't remember me."

She said shaking her head.

"I said who the hell you?"

"Wow! wow! wow! Relax sweet heart, don't be so weird and grumpy"

she said and pouted her lips. Slowly she reached out her hand to touch me again but I fired.

"Don't you dare touch me again. Tell me who the hell you are or you get the fuck out of my bed."

"Okay fine, fine, fine. I am AY"

she replied and bit her lower lip. For a moment I stared intently at her; she wasn't a bit familiar.

"I missed you a lot. Did you miss me?"

She asked in a sultry voice.

"What!?"

I blurted arching a brow.

"Did you miss me?"

"Are you nuts? I said I don't know you. Stop nagging me already, and get the hell out of my bed."

"Hey relax you grumpy man."

"Leave me alone...."

I roared.

A moment of silence followed; One second passed; Two seconds passed; Three seconds passed, yet no one uttered another word.

"phew"

I gave a sigh of relief, but before I could lay my head back on bed she broke the silence.

"Can you remember this?"

She asked stretching her hand towards my face; showing me her delicate pinky finger.

"What again!?"

I asked, feigning annoyance. "prove that we are still going to be together forever..."

She said, extending her hand the more.

"Are you nuts? I said I don't know you. So stop this childish games already."

"You mean you can't remember me? This is awkward. Don't you remember: the songs, the chattings, jokes and stuffs we did this past week. Can't you remember?"

My eyes narrowed as she kept pestering me. A sudden surge of anger tingled my guts so hard that I found myself yelling:

"What the hell don't you understand? Old woman I said I don't know you. So Leave me alone bitch!"