“You’re welcome dear. You can always call on me whenever you need my help. I’d come running over.” The nurse winked at her
“I’d hold you to your word. Trust me” Sarah chuckled then realized she didn’t know the nurse’s name “sorry I didn’t get your name” Sarah gave her a curious look
“That’s because I never mentioned it. My name is Ankia.” The nurse said, folding the wheelchair and bending to place it on a rack under the bed Sarah was occupying.
“Anka???” Sarah asked when the nurse stood back in an upright position, pushing her eyebrows together.
“Ankia.” She corrected with a smile.
“Oh…. Ankia, sorry. What does it mean?”
“It means grace.”
“hmmmmm, you have a nice name. I’d enjoy calling on you”
“You’re welcome dear. Can I call you Sarah? Do you mind?” the nurse was smiling. Being called Sarah did feel weird but it seems like everyone knew her by that name and she didn’t want to take off that smile from Ankia’s face
“Sure you can. I guess that’s my name” Sarah felt a pang of hurt tug at her heart as she remembered she still couldn’t remember anything about her life and she brought her eyes down to her blanket, drawing it up to her chest, avoiding eye contact with the nurse.