Page 88 of Daddy's Little Survivor

MONROE

The first thing Monroe felt as she slowly woke up was a deep ache in her body. What had happened? Why was she feeling this way? She couldn't remember the last thing that had happened that would make her feel like this.

The second thing she felt was the uncomfortable bed. The sheets were scratchy and so were the clothes she was wearing.

She slowly opened her eyes but quickly shut them as the lights blinded her. It was too bright.

“Noo,” she whined. “Shut ‘em off.”

A chuckle sounded and the room darkened. Sighing, Monroe relaxed a little until she realized someone chuckled as the lights turned down.

Who was with her?

Opening her eyes, she sat up quickly. A cry of pain fell from her mouth as her body protested her fast movements. Everything in her body hurt. It was like she had gotten hit by a train several times.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” the voice said.

Monroe looked over and saw her Daddy sitting right next to her bed, holding her hand. Everything was white. She quickly looked around and realized she was in the hospital. What had happened?

“Do you remember anything?” Daddy asked.

She shook her head and cried as pain erupted against her skull. Her head felt like she was swimming underwater after getting hit by a baseball bat.

She went to touch her head with her free hand but Daddy was quick to grab it and place it in her lap.

“You can't touch your head right now,” he said. “Can you answer my question?”

She thought for a second, trying to remember the question. What had he asked?

“Do you remember anything that happened?” he asked.

Right. She had tried to answer the question by shaking her head but that wasn't a good idea. What had caused her head to hurt so much? What happened her to the point where Daddy told her she couldn't touch her head?

“No, it's all hazy,” she whispered. “Well, bits and pieces.”

She felt drained of energy. Monroe started to lean forward, not wanting to hold herself up anymore, but Daddy stopped her.

“Let’s get you laying down,” he said as he helped her.

She let her Daddy do all the work. It felt like part of her was just shutting down and all she wanted to do was sleep and nothing else, but she wanted to know what happened.

“Can you tell me what you do remember?” he asked.

“I was with Ezra in the car and I remember calling you in a panic, but that's all,” she whispered.

She tried to think back on what happened, but everything was just hazy. The more she thought about it, the more her head started to hurt.

“Don't think too hard. I'll tell you what happened or what I know,” Daddy responded.

He started to run his hands through her hair and she slowly felt her body start to relax. She loved it when he ran his hand through her hair. It made her feel well taken care of and that she absolutely mattered to him.

“You were coming to eat lunch with me when Jared came up right behind you. He drove your car off the road and it flipped over,” he said. “You're okay now. You've been out for four hours but they think it's because you were exhausted and the shock to your body was so much you kind of just went to sleep. You do have a slight concussion, but they don't think it's bad.”

Monroe turned her head and looked at him. All of that happened? She tried to remember but it still wasn't there. It was almost like somebody had erased her memory.

She knew that couldn't happen but that was her first thought. How could it not be when she couldn't remember much?

“Why can't I remember?” she softly asked.

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