Filed to story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
She told him.
“My legs feel heavy.”
“You sustained some pretty serious injuries, though if your car didn’t have air’ s, you’d likely not be here at all. You’ve got two broken legs, a broken wrist and several broken ribs, a broken collar bone. And your head hurts because you had what is called cerebral ?dema, caused by a traumatic brain injury from your accident which caused swelling in your brain.
“I had to do a procedure called a ventriculostomy, which is where I drilled a hole in your head to drain the excess fluid around your brain to relieve the pressure that was built up there. You might have a headache for a few days still. And we are continuing to monitor that, but the edema has been resolved. That is the good news.”
“Alright.”
She murmured.
“I… I don’t recall the accident.”
She murmured as she racked her brain for something. There was just nothing other than she felt like she’d been going home.
“Do you know who you are?”
“Yes, Marilyn Riddley.”
She nodded.
“Where do you live?”
he asked.
“Um… Bedford.”
“Okay, that’s not that faraway from our hospital, you’re a local then.”
“I think I was driving home.”
She murmured.
“Your next of kin, we couldn’t find anything on you about that, just your driver’s license is all. There were no family pictures or anything for us to contact anyone. No one has called looking for you either.”
She thought about that and frowned for a long time, and he just stood there and waited, appeared to be watching her intently,
“I don’t know… I don’t… I can’t remember anything… before waking up here. Just a sense of going home is all.”
“Alright, it could just be the after??ffects of your concussion. Try to remember anything you can.”
Though he was frowning now.
“What is it?”
she asked.
“It could be a form of amnesia related to your head injury. It could resolve itself in a few days. We’ll have to run some tests on that one. But let’s leave it for tomorrow. It’s late, but there is one other thing I need to discuss with you…”
he stated, and hesitated for a moment until she asked what it was.
“You’re pregnant, we didn’t pick up on it right away, you went right into surgery, we only got that from your blood work a day later. An ultrasound has been attended to and so far everything looks to be fine. You’re about seven or eight weeks along from what the ultrasound specialist could tell. She’ll want to speak with you about that now you’re awake, try and determine exactly how far along you are.”
Marilyn was just staring at him now. She didn’t recall any man in her life and as her brain fired off in many different directions, her headache increased slightly, as she tried to recall if she had a husband or a boyfriend. She didn’t even know how old she was right this minute, she realised.
“Pregnant?”
“Mm, you got yourself a tough little baby, I hear your car rolled down an embankment and rolled over many times. We’ll be monitoring that closely over the next few days. Now get some more rest, and I’ll come back in the morning,”
he told her.
She nodded and saw him give the nurse instructions and, once again, she was alone in a single room. She to a ward in a day or two, asked the nurse where she was
“Intensive Care Unit. But you’ll likely be mov when your surgeon gives the all clear.”
She spent the night sleeping on and off and still couldn’t recall anything at all, though a baby? That was news to her, though she didn’t recall anything at all prior to the accident. She may well have known about it and just forgotten she supposed.
She was moved to another ward two days later, where she found the police at her bedside, along with her surgeon. She, however, couldn’t answer any of their questions. She didn’t know how the accident she’d been in had happened, not even where it happened. Though they informed her it was her fault and, thankfully, no one else was seriously injured.
The accident had been recorded with dashcam footage from other drivers. She’d veered across to the wrong side of the road and tried to correct it and gotten into an accident. From her own dash??am recording, it sounded as though she had called someone named Calvin. But they couldn’t actually find her phone to confirm that or contact that person themselves.
She didn’t know who the man was, shook her head and told them as much, though a part of her wondered if that person was the father of her child. The doctor informed them of her amnesia and the officer had nodded, though she was fined for talking on the phone while driving, and causing reckless endangerment, for the damage to the other vehicles on the road.
She just nodded, could only apologise, there wasn’t much more she could do, she had no idea what had happened, couldn’t refute any of it, and if there was footage, she wasn’t likely to either. Just accept it and pay the fine and the loss of her license if necessary.
“I’m certain I would have had insurance, but…”
“You do it was in the car’s gloves box,”
she was informed.
“It’s been given to the other drivers.”
