I Don't Remember
The Talk
The door creaked open and I turned to see a young woman. I think her name was Sammie, my...sister. Yes that's it. She's my younger sister named Samantha, I am the only one who calls her Sammie. She told me earlier when I woke up.
"Hi Carly. The doctor is here to look at you," she said before opening the door wider and stepping all the way through. A man came through behind her. She looked to be only a year or two older than her, with blonde hair and blue eyes staring down at me.
"Hello Carly. I am Dr. Horan. I'm just here to talk to you," he said in a nice voice. It was soothing and slightly lower than I expected when I saw him. He closed the door and moved to the chair next to my bed. Sammie came to sit on my bed at my feet.
"Carly I would like to know what you remember," he started. I already knew the answer. Nothing. I don't know what happened and Sammie wouldn't tell me. She kept crying every time she thought about it.
"Not a thing," I said. He frowned and took notes.
"Do you know who she is?" He asked gesturing toward Sammie. I nodded, excited that I know something.
"That's Sammie. She's my younger sister," I said proudly.
"And what else do you know about her?"
"Umm, that's kind of it. She just told me her name and she was my sister before she left to find you."
"So you don't remember anything else?" I shook my head.
"I remember how to talk," I said excitedly. "And how to do other important things but I don't know anyone or anything else. I know this is a hospital room...right?" I asked. He nodded stiffly.
"One last thing before I leave," he started. I looked at him expectedly.
"Get comfortable. You're going to be here for a while," he said before he left.