Trauma

“What are you talking about?” Roseanne asked her. How could Emery recognise her? No, she couldn't.

“I helped you.” Emery stared at her while she said it.

She added again, “Anne, I helped you to escape this hell.”

Roseanne said it again, “I don't know what you are talking about.”

Emery said again, “I know you.”

“Who are you talking about?” Roseanne asked.

Roseanne was pretending that she did not understand what Emery was even talking about.

Suddenly, Emery began mumbling. Those incoherent words were not making sense to her.

She added, “I know you.”

Suddenly, the nurse came inside. When she saw Emery awake, she began asking questions but the latter was just mumbling things.

“Did she say anything to you?” The nurse asked Roseanne. “If she said, please don't mind her. She has been speaking incoherent things that do not make sense to anyone. You might feel that she is saying those to you but she is not.”

Roseanne furrowed her brows and asked, “What does it means?”

The nurse said, “Sh