The sound of the heart monitor beeping each time they breathed. It was 2 weeks of them being in a coma. As the heart monitor beeps faster signaling that he's waking up. His eyes slowly open, as they adjust to the light of the white room. Everything was white, the wall, the bed sheets, the ceiling and including the floor. As he slowly sits up, groaning in discomfort but looks around. His face etches with confusion, as he looks around.

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​I look around in confusion, my light green eyes scanning my surroundings. Where am I? I thought to myself. I looked at my arm, a small red and blue bracelet was around my wrist. I touched it softly, as I felt a strong fondness over it. I tried to lay a finger on why I felt like that, but nothing made sense. I scramble through my memories, but nothing comes out. Who am I again? What am I doing here? Is this a hospital? I question myself. Someone with dark wavy brown hair walked into the room, it seemed to me that the person was a girl. Her light pale skin, her beautiful slightly puffy cheeks, as she approaches me. She is wearing a light baby blue shirt and white tight pants. Something in me feels an immense fondness and relaxation as she approaches me.

"Hey... Your awake" she says with a soft smile.

"Who are you?" I ask softly, as I watch her every move.

"My name is Natalia" she says.

"oh" I say, having that name be repeated over and over in my head, as is softly smiled back.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, okay?" she says.

I nod slowly and accommodate myself on the white sheeted hospital bed.

"How are you feeling?" she says seriously as she looks at me.

"I'm feeling all right, a slightly small headache but also feeling like something's missing" i say honestly.

​She nods and writes this down in a notepad, that I didn'tnotice before.

"Do you remember your name?" she asks, now a bit concerned.

I try to think, but shake my head no.

"don't worry, your memories will come back hopefully" she reassures me.

For the past few days, I needed to take it slow so my memories could come back. Th strife was my memory, it was something I really needed to get back. Sometimes, I felt like I was wane, everything felt out of place, seeing everything the color white around me was slowly driving me insane. I need some color, a change of scenery. I really needed air, a new look at this place, I paced back and forth around the room. Growing impatient, as if hours were an eternity. I kept asking the doctors when I would be able to get out of the hospital, to be discharged. They never tell me, and it's excruciating. I was getting voracious by the second as I stayed in this room, wanting to desperately get out of here, to be gone already, to have a new scenery.

Some days I am speculating on what's the reason for losing my memory. What has caused this? I find myself thinking this many times a day. Whenever they mention a name that seems familiar, it always leaves me feeling venerated over it. I have learned that my name was Jason Wilde, son of Amelia Wilde, and Carter Wilde. Natalie is my fiancé, and the name that always makes me feel venerated is Joshua Ring. I still had vivid sceneries of somethings in the past, the doctors say my memories will come back eventually, it will take time. I just hope that it will be soon, that way I'll finally have a change of scenery.