Page 9 of Found By You
They’d done a CT and an MRI, but no results yet.
The doctor said he’d be back when they had results.
Ella remained, hovering outside the door. She would look in every now and then but I didn’t want to be seen.
I wiped at the tears and thought about throwing the left over food at … something.
The constant beeping of the monitors beside my bed punctuated the silence.
I wished so hard I could remember something.
After what seemed like forever, he walked in.
The cop from the night before. He was handsome and I didn’t want to notice that. Jet black hair. Blue, penetrating eyes.
McCrae.
What a strange name.
Ella walked in behind him.
Our eyes met, and it felt like something passed between us.
“Did you find out anything?” I blurted.
He stepped up to my bed. “How are you feeling?”
I wiped my face, embarrassed that everyone could see that I’d had a breakdown. “I’m fine. Will you explain everything to me from last night, please?”
He looked pensive, then looked at Ella and back to me. “We got reports that people had spotted someone wandering along the edge of the road, next to the Wyoming–Colorado border.” He cleared his throat. “When I pulled up, I noticed a car wreck and saw you wandering nearby.”
I already knew this. “What else?”
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. I’m not. I can’t remember anything. Please, tell me something.”
McCrae looked concerned. “After we got you in the hospital, a team of policemen went to the accident and searched for any kind of marks or tracking, but it had been raining so hard that it would’ve been washed away.”
I gently touched the bandage on the back of my head and winced. “So you don’t know where I came from?”
“I don’t.”
There it was. The emptiness again. “And no one has called about me?”
McCrae cleared his throat and glanced at Ella.
Ella looked worried.
I let out an off pitch laugh. “I’m sorry.” I felt like I was freaking out again. More tears rushed down my face. “I’m sorry.” I covered my face and cried harder. “Who am I?”
Ella was at my side, patting my arm. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
The rhythmic sounds of hospital equipment filled the silence.
I sniffed and tried to get ahold of myself. “I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “It’s okay.” She squeezed my shoulder. “Look, I have some paperwork to fill out. I’m going to leave you two to talk for a little bit. Then I’ll be back, and I think Dr. Chavez will be back as well with answers about those tests they ran.”
