Forgotten - Dawn Nicole Stevens Page 0,1

on your head. But the speed you are recovering is marvelous. I would’ve expected to keep you in an induced coma for at least two weeks, but in a matter of two days you have recovered well enough that I brought you out of it.”

“What happened to me?” she asked, forcing the words from her throat.

The doctor shook his head. “We aren’t sure. An ambulance was dispatched to pick up an unconscious woman in the park. They arrived to find you with severe head trauma and there wasn’t anyone around who knew you or knew what happened.”

“You still don’t know who I am?” she continued questioning, even though her throat felt like she’d swallowed a cactus.

The doctor shook his head. “No, you didn’t have any identification on you, or anything else for that matter. We’ve been calling you Jane Doe.”

She stared at the man warily. She had no idea who she was, where she was from, what her name was and no way to explain how that felt. The doctor must have picked up on her emotional turmoil because he patted her hand, even though it shocked him yet again, and said, “Don’t worry, your memory should return shortly, especially since you seem to be healing so quickly.”

He exited the room and left her to her thoughts, but in a few moments, a nurse entered the room with a cup of ice chips. She left them on the bedside table, checked the monitors that were attached to Jane, then she left the room too.

Jane sat alone in silence, trying her hardest to remember something, anything. She thought there must be no greater depth of loneliness than that. She was utterly alone without even any knowledge of who she was.

Much time passed as she sat there listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was so loud it sounded as if each thunderous tick was loud enough to crack the brick of the building. She wondered what kind of drugs they’d given her. She thought that surely, it had to be an effect of one of the medications.

Her ears picked up on another sound. It was sneakers screeching on the tile in the hall, slowly getting closer to her room. She waited for someone to enter, thinking that it must be one of the nurses, but the noise stopped outside her door.

She could hear something sniffing. She was definitely high. Who walks around sniffing in a hospital? It couldn’t be a dog, they didn’t allow dogs in hospitals.

Just when she thought she’d imagined it all, a man stepped inside her room and walked to the foot of her bed. She looked him up and down, taking in his t-shirt and jeans. He didn’t work for the hospital so who the hell was he?

“What pack are you from?” he asked.

Jane raised an eyebrow at him and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her throat was still a little rough, so she reached over to grab the cup of water off the table and took a sip.

“Are you a maverick?” he asked, seeming annoyed at her.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she explained, sharing his agitation.

“I mean, what werewolf pack are you from and why are you in my territory?”

“Werewolves?” she questioned as she eyed him speculatively. Maybe he’d escaped from the psych ward. She looked him over again and after noting his gelled black hair and the dog tags around his neck, she knew he was too clean to have come from somewhere inside the hospital.

“Come on, you’re coming with me,” he said, throwing a change of clothes at her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she muttered, quickly beginning to fear the stranger in her room.

“Start explaining then,” he growled at her with burning amber eyes. He looked angry and Jane had no idea why. She didn’t know how she’d ended up in the hospital, what she’d done to her head, hell she didn’t know her own name. How was she supposed to answer his questions?

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you but I can’t really tell you much. I don’t have any memory of how I got here.”

He walked around the bed, moving closer to her and sniffed again.

“Why do you keep sniffing?”

“I’m scenting for deception,” he replied nonchalantly.

Jane slid her cup over onto the table and as she pulled her hand away, she laid it on the bedrail over the nurse call button. “If you don’t leave by the time I