“No I don’t. I wouldn’t be asking if I did.” She furrowed her brows and looked up at him
“What do you remember?” the doctor asked, sitting down at the edge of her bed, close to her.
“Uhmm, well...” she tried to picture what she saw last but couldn’t remember a thing. It was weird. “I really can’t remember anything”
“Sarah- “ the doctor started,
“I’m not Sarah. You have been calling me Sarah since I woke up. I think you have the wrong patient, I’m sorry.” What kind of doctor forgets his own patient’s name? She saw confusion grace the doctor’s features as he reached for the card which she assumed was her file, looking at it, then back at her as he dropped the file again. She didn’t mean to be rude but then she needed to clear things up. It felt wrong answering to another person’s name.
“okay…. I’m sorry” the doctor looked at her tentatively, dragging out his words. “Would you tell me your name then? If you don’t mind, that is” he blinked twice
“My name is-..” wait, what was her name? She had a name right? Why couldn’t she remember it? Was that even possible? “My name, I don’t know it. I mean, I can’t remember it, I can’t remember my name” she felt shivers run down her spine. There was something very wrong with the situation. She wakes up from an accident she doesn’t remember being involved in, and she doesn’t even remember her name.