WEEEEEEE WOOOOOOO
WEEEEEEE WOOOOOOO
WEEEEEEE WOOOOOOO
WEEEEEEE WOOOOOOO
WEEEE *Click*
UGH! Why do I always have to work on Saturdays, Ross and them always seems to have their
monthly canyon climb when I can’t make it, I haven’t been rock climbing since last Summer.
I have to work from 9am until 7pm today and I don’t want to have to see the pictures the post
Snapchat, I will just be jealousy.
Every month my best friend gets our group of friends together, every possible month, and goes
rock climbing in the local canyon, but the last I went was August, due to work, family
problems, and winter making it too cold. It is now June. I still have an hour to get ready
and be there at work. I shower, get dressed, eat some cinnamon toast crunch (My favorite),
brush my teeth, and get going to work. I still have a half hour until I need to be there, although I
live 5 minutes from work so there is no rush. My radio station is on to my same old station
as it always is, I start to think about how my life has gotten really dull since my promotion
at work, nothing too big I am only the lead graphics designer to a new PS4 game coming out
soon, before this I was the manager of a specific group of designers. Most of my life is
now dedicated to my work recently, although it’s not like I hate my job it is actually
a step or two away from my dream job as a head game designer.
I pull into my parking space (thank god nobody took my spot), I hop out of my jeep and
start heading to my office. On the way I run into my boss and we start a conversation
because our offices are relatively close to one another he head in the same direction. He asks if I have my recent
quota done for the area I was put in charge of, I told him I had it all the mobs and NPC
designs and even started into the boss’ design.
Are you really that far ahead, I though that wasn’t supposed to start until 2 weeks from now?
Oh come on sir, you know this is my favorite game series, I put all I have into it. I don’t
want it to be just a sequel with no new element changes to the game, then it is just an
necessary sequel.
Hmm. Hey didn’t you say you wanted today off to go canyon crawling with your buddies
or something? If you want to you can still go do that, at your position, one day won’t hurt
your progress. But I expect just as much as you are normally putting into this when you get
back on Monday.
Yes Sir! Thank you for allowing me this.
I almost couldn’t contain myself and felt like bowing to him, but held back because it would
make me seems too childish. I head out the front door back to my car, texting Ross as to
what part of the canyon they are climbing today. I get in the car and put my phone in the
cup holder between the driver and passenger seat. I am on my way down the street towards the
and I notice the lack of traffic, I guess people are sleeping in today. I am about to approach
the overpass of the highway when I get a text message. I immediately look and see that Ross
responded, I start reading the message but I never finished it because I hear a loud honk. I
look to my right and see the grill of a car and the lights mere feet away from my window.
In a second I realize either I ran a red, or this person getting off the highway did.
I floor the gas pedal to try and get out of the cars way, but even I know I will get hit some
how. I manage to at least get my body past the car before it rams the side of the car right
behind me. Everything starts spinning, I am doing 360 spins over and over while heading towards
the guard rail. I close my eyes and wait for it to be over.
———-
I feel like my stomach is being electrocuted with a… I can’t remember the word, it is like
a thing that throws wire from the front and and shocks you. I remember when my friend R-
my friend I can’t remember the name of, maybe it is Ryan I do not remember, used one on me and it hurt
a lot. Anyway, that is what my stomach feels like, and my head feels like it got hit with a bat,
wait, no, that’s an animal that flys, umm it feels like I got hit with a… long… metal rod,
I guess, I do not have enough focus to think straight. I do not know how long it has been but
at least I feel comfortable while I… suffer… in pain. I just need too sleep and I’ll be fine.
I finally clear my head and sleep even though I could not see anything anyway.
———-
I wake up and I am in a white room, I hear a steady beeping. There is a man laying his head down
near my legs I do not recognize him, from what little I see, but his scent seems somewhat familiar.
I try to speak but my throat is dry and craggy.
Heey… I need wat… water
Huh? Oh, you’re up! Wait there!
He rushes out of the room and more people come in, but they have long white coats and others have
clothes that are all of one color, either red blue or green, the man who was sitting at my bedside
also came back. He speaks up after handing me a bottle of water.
Hey Doc, is she going to be alright?
I don’t know why but the term “she” seems so foreign, all while his voice is so soothing.
Well she seems fine to me but I have run tests on her to make sure she is alright. But
most likely she has some head trauma, feel free to talk to her when we leave, we will just be getting
the tests started.
He starts to speak to me directly, I finish drinking the water in my mouth so I can speak clearly.
Miss Savannah, are you feeling OK? You have been in a coma for a few weeks.
Are you speaking to me?
Well isn’t your name Savannah.
I… don’t know… what my name is…
…
“Doc’s” face drops with sadness, I think, is the right word. The guy, who was on my bedside, gets a blank
stare of worry on his face. Doc walks up to him and says things.
I think she has amnesia, it is not for certain yet, although this doesn’t take a genius to recognize it,
just to recognize how much damage is done to her head. We can only pray that it doesn’t last long. The
longer it lasts, the more of a different personality she will develop and she won’t be the same when,
or if, she gets her memories back.
I don’t understand most of what he said but I don’t think it was anything good.
———-
Later throughout the day I am put in a moving chair and am pushed from room to room and am poked at with
many different tools. I feel weird though, like there are sensations I am not used to feeling. I am asked
many questions that I didn’t understand let alone know the answers, questions like, where was I born, what
my parent’s names were, and if I had any friends I could remember the names of.
———-
A few days later I am released to from the hospital, I learned that was where I am, after they said I
couldn’t be helped anymore. Apparently I have a very strong case of amnesia and most likely won’t regain
all of my memories. They told the man who was at my bedside, whose name is Leo, something else
that I don’t understand fully.
The best way to possibly jog her memory is take her places she visits often or has a strong emotional
connection to. And refrain from telling her how she is specifically related to you, use generic terms
like friend or something else you call each other, preferably something subtle that might jump start her head, but
if you’re too forceful with it then it’ll only push her away. This process is better left healing slowly.
I’ll give you two doctors notes, one for you to tell your boss that you need a few weeks off to help her
recover, and one for her to let her boss have some form of way to let him know she can’t work until she
regains her memories. She worked as a model, right?
Yeah, and thanks for making it easier for us, it really helps that you are telling me this, I was almost
at a loss or what to do to help her.
No problem, now go get her settled into her life. She needs to get out of this place and see the world again.
Me and Leo start walking down to his car, as he calls it, I don’t know why but I start smiling and look at him.
*Snap*
Whats that? Is this your dog, you were talking about, that makes sound for no reason?
Haha… no this is a camera, and using this thing is my job. It takes moments in time and freezes them so
people can look at them in the future and remember things, I’ll show you some later. Maybe it will cause you to
remember somethings as well.
