Page 36 of Mistaken Intention

“Then why can’t I remember anything? Why don’t I know who I am?”

The doctor held up his hand. Ignoring him didn’t seem to be working. “That’s what I’m here to find out. Now… can you tell me how old you are?”

I shook my head, even though it hurt. “If I don’t know my name, how the hell do you expect me to remember my date of birth?”

“You can’t recall your age?”

“No.”

“Any idea where you live?”

“What city are we in?” I asked, and he shook his head, making it clear he wouldn’t give me any clues. “In that case, I don’t know.”

“Can you tell me who is the current President of the United States?”

“Absolutely no idea.”

“Okay. What about the previous President?”

“What on earth makes you think I’d know that?”

His questions seemed pointless, and I turned to the woman at the end of the bed. “Do you understand the word President?” she said. “Do you know what it means?”

“Someone who runs the country?”

She tilted her head, which was very cute, and made me smile. “Is that a guess? Or do you know that’s what it means?”

“I don’t think it’s a guess. It sounds right, doesn’t it?” I was so unsure about everything, I felt the need to ask.

The doctor stepped back slightly, moving closer to her. “I’m going to have Mr. Bennett transferred to the neurotrauma department as soon as possible. We’ll keep him under observation overnight and you can start working with him tomorrow.”

She was going to be working with me? Even if I couldn’t remember my own name, things were looking up.

Unfortunately, the doctor took her away then, and I haven’t seen her since. I remember being moved here, and given some pain relief not long afterwards, and then I must have fallen asleep. I was woken several times, though, not that I can recallwhat for, and as I turn over in the bed, I wonder if this is how I’m going to live my life from now on… always in the moment, with no past and not much of a future.

The door opens, startling me, although I have to smile when the woman in the purple top comes walking in. Her hair is tied up behind her head again, and although I can now see she’s wearing purple pants to match her top, I’m more distracted by her curves… by her full breasts and rounded hips, forming a perfect hourglass with her slim waist. She’s carrying a small box, but she looks up and returns my smile.

“Good morning.” Her voice is still soothing, just like it was yesterday, when I first heard it, and I let it wash over me in gentle waves. “How did you sleep?” She comes across to the bed as she’s talking, putting down the box at the end.

“Not bad… considering.”

She frowns slightly. “Considering what?”

“That people kept coming in here and waking me up.”

She giggles and shivers rush down my spine. The sound is no less soothing than her voice, but the effect is different; my skin tingling, my cock twitching. “We always keep up observations on concussion patients for the first twenty-four hours, I’m afraid.”

“So I’ll get a better night’s sleep tonight?”

“Yes, you will.” She steps a little closer… close enough that I can smell her floral scent. “Now, it’s time you stopped lying around in bed. We need to get you moving.”

I’m not sorry about that. I’m fairly sick of lying on my back, and I smile up at her. “Okay. Let’s try it.” I sit up, the room swirling, nausea gripping my stomach, a sharp pain stabbing behind my eyes. I wince against it. “Oh… shit…”

She grabs my arm, steadying me. “Are you okay?”

“No… my head.”

She keeps me sat up for a moment, re-arranging my pillows behind me and then helps me to lean back against them, pulling up the covers and straightening them.

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