Melodiza/Carlita POV
I don't know how long it's been, how long I've been here, or how many times I woke up. As time went by, I was finally able to hear more clearly, think more clearly and adjust to my situation. So far I learned that there was a special nurse and doctor that would come in every few hours. Or I believe it was every few hours. I could hardly track time. Sometimes I would catch a voice (I believe it was the doctor) talking to another male voice. I would always wonder who that person was. I don't know if there is another camatose patient in this room, but they would mention a women name Carlita Rhiandos. Maybe... I'm in one of those shared rooms? One time I heard them mentioning a person named Mr. Rhiandos who had instructed them to continue updating him of any changes of "her". Since I obviously don't know this person, I did not think they were talking about me.
I stilled wondered when my family would come. Did they already come and I just always missed them? I felt so terrible for putting them in this situation. I really wish I could open my eyes and wake up. I miss them so much!
For some reason, I could hardly remember the voice from that night but I do remember the cold touch and his last words. (Which I still have no clue what he meant). Every time I tried to remember his voice, my head would start hurting so I figured I'd just forget about it. Who knows... I probably might have just imagined it all. I laughed in my head.
One day, I woke up and I was finally able to open my eyes. The glaring light was so harsh, I quickly closed my eyes again. "Holy shit, that hurt" I screamed mentally as I felt a piercing pain in my head. I took a deep breathe and tried again, I slowly opened my eyes and tried to adjust to the light. As my eyes slowly got comfortable with the white ceiling I've been unknowingly staring at for less than a minute, I started to turn my head to understand my scenery. As I moved my head, I felt a sharp pain shoot from my body to my head.
Ughh...everythung hurts so much! It was then that I remembered the throbbing pain all over my body.
Even though I could move my fingers, it was only ever a slight twitch and sometimes I couldn't even do it. It was like I was made of lead and just moving was like trying to move a rock. I knew I was seriously injured. I loss conscious, when the first time I felt the pain in my body. But this time, I could actually tell that the pain was coming from my head, stomach and legs. As I tried to regulate my breathing and adjust to the throbbing pain from all over my body, I slowly, painfully looked around the room.
So I was right, I was in a hospital!
I saw the tubes in my arms and bandages on my chest. My whole body was covered in a hospital sheet and it appears I was the only person in the room.
That car crash must of really done me in badly. I never thought one day I'd be in such a situation. I promised myself that next time, I am never staying back to work late, or rush myself while driving. But if I think about it, I was positive I had the right of way. So...what the hell! Where did that truck come FROM? As I thought about the truck, I suddenly felt so angry at the driver. I hope that driver goes to jail, I swear once I'm out, I'm making sure I'm suing this man from top to bottom. (Crying) This whole experience has been so exhausting and painful to me. And just imagining how this accident would have affected my family made me so worried about them.
I noticed that there was a window, and as I looked outside, I sighed with relief that I could finally see something different then just darkness.
It's daylight. I wonder what time it is?
As I continued to admire the outside through the window, I heard the door opening and before I could turn my head, I heard something clatter to the ground and a voice say "Your awake?!"
A middle aged women in a nurse outfit rushes towards me and suddenly presses a bottom that was on my right. It appears it was one of those call bottons to inform that you need a doctor.
"I..II..." I tried to say something but then I realized it was so hard to speak. My throat felt so dry. When the nurse noticed I was trying to speak, she excitedly went to the sink, filled a cup with water and helped me to drink. She adjusted my bed so I was slightly sitting up and placed the cup in my mouth.
"There you go...drink slowly. You have no idea how happy we are that you are finally awake!" She excitedly mentions. I looked at her and noticed how happy she is. I wonder if all nurses are just as jubilant as this women. Seeing her made me feel much happier.
As I drank all the water and felt my throat clear of it's stuffiness, I asked in a hoarse voice, "where is my family?"
"We will be notifying them soon. For now, the doctor will need to check on you" she quickly replied with a slightly dim face and with a less excited voice and a look that appeared that she pitied me. For a minute, I wondered if something happened to my family and I felt even more eager to see them.
"Doctor Thompson!" The nurse excitedly said.
A doctor with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tall built and who looked like he was in his 30's and was so handsome, walked in. He wore a white, doctor's coat and looked almost like an angel. I fell slightly at a daze as I watched him approach me. I've always had a thing for good looking men in professional outfits. It's the reason I fell in love with my husband. When he wore his first suit at our graduation, well...you can just say I was smitten.
"It's good to see you are awake." He smiled. "I'll first conduct some test on you and make sure you are doing fine. I'm sure your feeling disoriented, so if you have any questions, please let me know."
I asked curiously "How long has it been?"
"Ah... If you are confirming how long you've been at the hospital, then you've been here for 8 months" The handsome doctor replied.
WHAT. 8 MONTHS??? I can't believe I've been out that long.
"It's actually quite a surprise that you finally woken up. Usually, if I patient doesn't wake up within 6 months, the likely hood of them ever waking up is very slim."
"I.. I see." I softly said.
The doctor and the nurses then soon did a thorough check up on me. They asked me if I felt any pain. When they heard me say that my legs feel painful, they laughed and were very ecstatic. The doctor also showed a face full of relief. I don't know what is so great or happy about feeling pain in my legs but since talking was already so hard, I just ignored their reaction.
Ahaha... I wonder if I landed myself in a hospital where nurses and doctors were on drugs I jokingly thought. I'm honestly not critizing the behavior of healthcare workers since their job is so demanding and with the long hours of work, it can definitely be stressful and could definitely effect your mood but sometimes it's hard to remain friendly and happy when you are always surrounded by sickness and death. So...to see such friendly, positive and energetic vibes from these nurses and doctors made me feel slightly baffled.
After they gave me food and some water, I suddenly fell asleep from exhaustion. My last thoughts were, I definitely need to ask them about my family again. Oh... And if I could have a strawberry cheesecake. I'm really craving that right now.
...
A few days after, I woke up and found myself surrounded in flowers. For a moment I thought I was not in the same place anymore. There were orange flowers of every type in every corner of the room.
"Someone brought all these flowers in to congratulate you!" a nurse in the room said.
As I stared at a daze at the over whelming amount of orange flowers. I thought... Who is it that I know that is so rich, and could afford to send me this much flowers. And how did they know I liked orange? Only my husband knew and for him to do something like this is not like him. Suddenly... The door opened and a man so handsome that even roses would cry, stepped into the room. He had strawberry blonde hair which was trimmed and swepted back. He had a leaned torso and long legs. He wore a blue shirt with a black suit over it and black pants and shoes. When he walked over he had this commanding vibe about him and the way he stared at me, looked as if he had many questions. And yet, the first thing he said to me in a demanding voice was "Now that you are awake. Let's Divorce".
Hmm...? What? DIVORCE??? With who? Is he talking about himself? Whose this man and what is he saying?
"I'm sorry, but WHO ARE YOU?" I angrily said.
The man in front of me briefly showed a surprise face before it quickly went back to its normal serious face.
"Carlita, can you stop pretending?"
"I really don't know who you are sir!" I irritatedly responded. What's wrong with this person? I just told him I don't know him. Why is he INSISTING?
"ENOUGH, I don't know why you are pretending you don't know me but I am not going to get fooled by you. The moment you are discharged, you will be signing those divorce papers! " The man in front of me yelled in a stern and hateful voice before he turned around and slammed the door.
(....silence... )
I was so shocked that all I could do was stare at the door and wonder what just happened. Did he just yell at me? Did a fucking random stranger just yell at me??? I was so frustrated, I felt like screaming. If it wasn't for the fact I was stuck in this damn bed, I would of run up to him and slapped his face. I've never been a violent type but I sure have a temper when people raise their voice at me unnecessarily.
Is this some kind of a joke? Who does he think he is? And what Divorce? I'M NOT EVEN MARRIED TO HIM! I screamed in my head.
So far, there are so many things that keeps happening to me that is confusing.
Wait a minute...now that I think back...did he just call me Carlita? Could he have mistaken me for the wrong person?
I looked at the nurse who was standing by and had watched all that happened. She looked at me with pity. "I'm sorry... I'll leave and let the doctor know you are awake." She responded in a slightly embarrassed tone and started to leave.
"W...wait. Do you... know who that man is?" I asked the nurse.
"Miss, don't you know? That man is your husband Mr. Leon Rhiandos." The nurse looks at me worriedly.
I laughed. "That's impossible. He can't be my husband. I don't even know him. " I said in a serious tone. I know for certain I've never met that angry man. As much as I hate to admit it, that man was very good looking. And if I had a husband with those looks, I would definitely remember. Don't get me wrong, it's not like the man I married was not good looking. In fact, my husband was one of the top most handsome men back when we were in our university years. It's just, his looks was a different kind of beauty than the man who just stormed in here and left.
Suddenly, the nurse realized something and anxiously asked "Could it be...that you don't remember your husband, Miss Carlita?"
When it's the second time I heard someone call me this Carlita women, I suddenly felt that something was not right.
"I'm not sure what you are saying. First of all, why do you guys keep calling me Carlita?" I responded frustratingly.
The nurse looked at me strangely. "Miss Carlita... do you... remember who you are?"
I would of responded yes and said I was Melodiza Serna but the way the women was looking at me as though something is wrong with me and how she kept calling me Carlita with such certainty made me doubt myself. I don't know why but my instinct told me that something was definitely wrong.
As I looked down, trying to think about what is happening, I noticed a black mole at the back of my hand.
Hmmm... I don't remember having a mole there before?
As I started to carefully look at my arms and hands, I realized that they were soft and smooth. There were no wrinkles in my hands or scars in my arms.
I suddenly thought it was very strange. I came from an average family. Even though we were happy, my whole family had to work hard for a living. As someone who had to work part time at a restaurant to help my family during my highschool years, my body got use to washing dishes, lifting trays and carrying heavy pots. My hands got more wrinkled by the amount of times I had to do dishes in super hot water. I even got use to getting cuts on my fingers from the times I had to use the knife to cut food. My arms would get scratches from carrying all the trays and metal trays. And the amount of burns I got from accidentally getting splashed by cooking oil was too many to count.
But this arm and this body had none of those scars on it. It was so smooth as if it still had baby skin. These hands that did not look like it had worked hard, looked foreign to me. I slowly came to a scary conclusion which I thought was completely impossible. The idea itself scared me so much that I started to tremble. I wonder if I may be going insane, I thought.
I stared at the nurse and asked anxiously "Could you get me a mirror?" As weird as this request sounded, I needed to confirm.
The nurse who saw me looking anxious, slowly grabbed a mirror from a drawer in the room. She could tell that the women in front of her was starting to panic. They had assume that everything was good. After all, among her many major injuries, the fact that she could still speak well, process thoughts, see and move her body were good signs. At least she won't be disable in any of those parts. Even the fact she could still feel her legs means that she can still recuperate and take rehabilitation to slowly be able to walk again. They knew there was a chance that the accident could affect her memory as well, however, when she woke up, she had appeared to be completely normal.
"Here you go, Mrs. Carlita" The nurse handed the mirror to me.
I looked in the mirror and saw a face so beautiful I almost thought it wasn't me who was holding the mirror. Seeing this gorgeous face with the most perfect nose, eyebrows, cheek bones and seductive eyes and mouth, I finally...finally realized that I was not in my body. The face shocked me so much that I dropped the mirror. I felt my heart beating so fast and my world spinning again. Before I knew it, I completely passed out.