Page 60 of Protected By the Sinner
Am I? I have no idea. I try to sit up and immediately feel breathless. “Maybe a little. What happened?”
“I’ll call the doctor. He’ll explain everything. Should I notify anyone else?”
“Like who?”
She frowns, giving me a strange look, then leaves the room.
I don’t know how much time passes before a man with a professional demeanor walks in.
“Ah, I see you’re awake, Miss Martin,” he says, and only then do I realize he’s talking to me.
“That’s my name?”
He studies me with concern and steps closer to the bed. “You don’t remember what happened?”
I close my eyes for a few seconds, forcing myself to remember, but it’s like my mind is completely blank. “No.”
“The accident?”
“I was in an accident?”
“You were hit by a car.”
“I don’t remember any of it.”
“What do you mean you don’t remember?”
His question—and the tone of it—makes fear crawl up my spine. It’s a horrible feeling. Like I’m a blank page. Not a single memory.
“Nothing. Not even my name or who I am. What can I do to get it back?”
“Your memories?”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes, with traumatic events, memory loss occurs, but it’s usually temporary.[7] Amnesia can be partial or total. Don’t be surprised if fragments start coming back.”
“When you say traumatic, you mean I hit my head?”
He seems unsure how to respond but finally says, “There’s nothing wrong with your head, Miss Martin.”
It’s strange to hear him call me that and have to take his word for it that this person is me.
“What’s my first name?”
“Amber.”
Amber, I repeat silently. “Do I...have any family? Has anyone come to see me?”
Again, he hesitates. “Your...boyfriend was here until not long ago, but I believe he left.”
So I’m alone. “He didn’t want to stay?”
“I’m not sure. He may have just gone home for a bit. He’s been at the hospital practically since you were brought in.”
“But he’s not here now, is he?”
He gives me a sympathetic look and shakes his head.
