VI

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Amaya

My head was killing me. My neck was hurting and my throat was burning. I felt like absolute shit.

I slowly but cautiously pried open my eyes. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't at Aunt Omnira's house. I was in a hospital room.

Multiple machines were surrounding me and an oxygen mask was placed on my face. I gently placed the mask under my mouth and took a glance around the room.

I saw my parents and aunty sitting on one of the chairs placed around the room. They seemed like they were sleeping. I tried to call out to them but I was only able to make a small groan with my sore throat. At least that was enough to wake up my mom.

"Oh my! You're awake," she said while engulfing me with kisses and hugs. I tried to talk again to tell her to stop kissing me but I just couldn't produce any sound. My mom seemingly realized this.

"The doctor said that your vocal cords are a little bruised. You should avoid talking for a few days." I could only nod.

The rest of my family woke up and they started asking me if I remembered anything from last night. I sadly couldn't provide them with the information they wanted. The doctor soon came after. She checked my vitals and if everything was fine.

I found it quite weird that I lost my memory last night considering that I only had a fall. I must've hit my head pretty hard. The only thing I remember is going to the convenience store to buy some snacks for a movie we were about to watch.

My mom told me that I've apparently been attacked at the store. Guessing by the bruises on my neck, the person even tried to choke me to death.

She said that the person who saved me called the ambulance but fled the scene right after so he or she wasn't identified.

The fact that I couldn't remember what went on yesterday is frustrating me. How hard could I have possibly knocked my head for me to have memory loss?

The rest of the day went by relaxingly. I was scheduled to be discharged tomorrow afternoon. My aunt had to leave at a point because she had work but my parents stayed with me the whole day. The doctors came into my room two more times during the day to check on my state. I just stayed in bed the whole day and watched television.

Nighttime came and my parents settled themselves on the couches and immediately fell asleep. I couldn't blame them since they must've had a restless night last night. I had a difficult time going to sleep. My head was still pounding and I had a lot on my mind.

All day I was trying so hard to remember even just a little bit of what unfolded yesterday.

I was silently staring into space when I noticed something. Through the little window on the hospital room door. A pair of clear bright red dots. At first, I didn't think anything of it. I thought it was just a machine until it started moving closer to my door.

The hospital lights were dimmed because it was nighttime. So my vision wasn't really clear. Was it someone transporting a machine? Or was it something?

After some time, the red-colored dots disappeared making me sigh out of relief.

I was just overreacting.

I closed my eyes trying to force my sleep to come but to no surprise, it didn't work.

"How are you doing?" A deep voice whispered next to my ear making me jump in fright. I whipped my head towards the sound and found a tall figure standing next to my bed. I couldn't clear out his face just yet because of the low lighting in the room but I soon came to know who it was.

It was the guy who kidnapped me.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered back. Was he here to kidnap me again?

"I just came to check on you," he stated with a neutral face. He walked down to the end of my bed and grabbed something. It looked like to be my chart holding all necessary information about me and my condition.

"I don't think you're supposed to touch that." He paused his reading and lifted his eyes to stare at me with an unfazed expression.

"If I really wasn't, why would it be placed there where everyone could have access to it?" He raised his eyebrow as if challenging me to add something. I decided to stay quiet.

I didn't know why I got this sense of security around him this time compared to last time. Even though he's kidnapped me in the past, I had this feeling that I couldn't be any safer with anyone but him. As weird as it sounds, I felt calmer around him.

As much as I tried to fight this feeling and remind myself that he could hurt me anytime, my mind just wouldn't let me think that way.

"How did you get in here?" This time he just ignored me and continued his focused reading while scrunching his face.

"What is your name?"

"What's up with all of these questions?" He asked me when finally finished reading my chart.

"I don't know who you are but you once tried to kidnap me and now you come in here as if you're a doctor." He sighed and walked to the side of the bed. He leaned down a little and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Do you seriously not remember anything from yesterday?" He asked.

"No?" I was getting a little more nervous. His green eyes were piercing through me like lasers making me shiver.

"Dammit, how can you fucking get memory loss after a small hit to your head?" He growled out clearly frustrated. I didn't know why he was angry. This had nothing to do with him. Unless he was the one who attacked me.

"Were you the one who attacked me?" He immediately scoffed obviously offended that the idea had even crossed my mind. He leaned his face closer to mines to the point where our noses were almost touching.

"The last thing I would ever do on this damn earth would be to hurt you," he said while staring straight into my soul making sure I understood every word he just said. His seriousness stressed me out even more than I was before.

He made a move to walk out of the room but I stopped him right before he could open the door.

"Wait!" He craned his head back towards me.

"Was it you who texted me?"

"Yes." With that, he opened the door and left the room.

After what just happened, I was of course unable to go to sleep once again. Thinking about what just went down sleep was out of the question now. My mind was busy creating different scenarios of what his deal could've been.

"The last thing I would ever do on this damn earth would be to hurt you,"

What did that even mean?

It's not like we knew each other. So why was he speaking as if I was super important to him? Everything about this man was odd.