"You have a visitor, dear," a kind voice said.
I looked around the white room. I stood up and walked toward small device. I pressed the button and spoke through the microphone. "Who?"
"Allie, a friend from the school you used to go to. Do you remember?"
I thought hard to remember people from the place called school. The only name I remembered was the name Blair.
I spoke into the microphone again. "No."
"Well, she wants to visit."
I nod as if the nurse can see me. "Alright," I say uncertainly.
The buzzer sounded, and the invisible door opened. A girl with short orange hair stepped in as if she was trying not to be noticed. She came over to me and sat down next to me. "Hello," she said.
"Hello," I replied.
"Do you remember me?"
I took in her orange shoulder length hair, her light brown eyes, and the freckles across her face.
I sighed and shook my head. "I'm afraid not," I replied.
The girl nodded, looking a bit disappointed. "I'm Allie," she said. "Do you know where we are?"
I nod once. "We're in my room." I look around the soft, white room. I walked around, feeling the nice softness underneath my bare feet. "My room," I said again.
Allie frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I say.
She frowned again, and said, "Tell me your full name."
"My name…" I tried to remember. It hasn't been used in such a long time; I'm always hearing the nurses say dear instead of a name. "My name is…"
Allie looked worriedly at me, sideways. I tried again. I tried and sighed.
"I…I don't remember…" Allie touched my shoulder and I flinched. She withdrew her hand.
"How long have you been in this room?" she asked.
I couldn't even try this time. I knew I wouldn't remember, so I shrugged and shook my head. She looked worriedly at me.
I sat down. "Where are we?" I asked.
"We're in…a hospital," Allie said carefully.
I didn't understand. What kind of hospital was this? Hospitals don't have soft floors.
I looked around the room. "How…how long have I been here?" I asked.
Allie looked at my face, as if she was measuring my composure. She was quiet, not speaking. Thinking.
"You have been here for…3 years."
I gulped. Three years how could I be in here for so long not knowing?
"Have you ever hand access to a computer?" Allie asked.
"Helper said I can get access in fifteen minutes," I replied.
"When did she say that?"
"Five minutes ago."
"How long have I been here?"
Allie frowned again. I got worried. "Right?" I asked.
She shook her head. She stood up. "I'm going to come by tomorrow," she told me, distracted. She left the room.
I didn't have time to worry. A nurse came in with a needle. "Time for your medicine, dear," she said. She puts the liquid in my arm with the needle. I feel sleepy, and I fall asleep.