107. After the Rubble 2.

[Claire]
I stared at the doctor as he came to examine me for the umpteenth time, I'd lost track of how many times he came to examine me.
I still had no memories but I was feeling a lot better and stronger, my head no longer hurt as much as it did before and my vision was clearer.
"How are you feeling, right now?" He asked me after scribbling something down into a notepad and giving the nurses instructions.
"Alive." I frowned and then tried to sit up in bed, I overestimated the strength of my limbs and as I used them to propel myself up, they gave way and I fell back on the bed, my head hitting the bed with a thud.
It was like I had a flashback but I couldn't remember anything.
"Ouch." I touched the bandaged back of my head and groaned.
"You have to be careful." The doctor said and the nurses rushed to me to help me up.
"Thank you." I muttered out.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much would you say your head injury hurts?" The doctor asked me.
"It doesn't hurt as much, now I'd say like a four." I told him and he frowned.
"That's still pretty high, please inform the nurses if that number increases or decreases before the end of the day." He said and I nodded.
"Are you ready to meet your family?" He asked and I frowned.
"I don't remember anything." I told him and he nodded.
"That's because of the head injury but your scans don't show any permanent damage to the brain so we're confident that once the injury heals, you would start to get your memory back." He said.
"Okay, thank you and please let them in." I smiled at him and he smiled back.
After his explanation, I understood why I had flashbacks when I hit my head on the bed earlier.
I worried that these people I couldn't remember would be hurt when they saw me, like the man who had held my hand at the woman's house. The minute I asked who he was, I saw the hurt in his eyes and I strangely felt hurt too.
I did not know who he was but I suspected that he was a very important person to me and I wondered if I would see him again now that my family were coming to see me. Maybe I would ask who he was so that I could pretend to know him to take away the hurt from his eyes.
"The man who brought me here." I turned to the nurses. "Who is he?" I asked.
"Oh, that's the crown Prince of Denmark, Prince Luke." One of them responded and I frowned.
"Who is he to me?" I asked again, wondering what my connection to a Prince was.
"Um… we don't know much about that, miss." They responded. "But we do know that he seems to really care for you, he was so worried about you, we were all shocked, his father is alod hospitalized in this hospital, in the room upstairs but we never saw him as worried as he was about you before."
"Who am I?" I asked, racking my brain.
"Your files say your name is Claire Hamilton, you're a foreigner from America who came to Denmark over a year ago, your family seems to be a very important one in America." They said and I nodded.
"Claire, Hamilton." I tested the name on my tongue, it sounded right, I liked my name and it made me smile.
Even if I couldn't remember who I was, I felt better getting to know about myself.
"Do you happen to know the father of the child I'm expecting, did any other man apart from the Prince and my family come looking for me?" I asked them, rubbing my stomach.
"I'm sorry, Miss but that is all we know." They responded.
"Thank you very much." I smiled and blew my hair out of my eye where it had dropped.
"I have red hair." I mused to myself as they went about their jobs and I saw a flash of a girl with red hair running and I wondered if she was me.
"Can I get a mirror, please?" I asked when I realized that I didn't even know how I looked.
"Yes, sure." One of them produced a pocket mirror and handed it over to me.
"Claire Hamilton." I whispered to my reflection in the mirror and I smiled, my red hair was really beautiful, I had lovely brown eyes and pink lips.
"I have a really beautiful face." I turned to the nurse to return the mirror and they both laughed.
"Yes, Miss, you are really beautiful."
A few moments later, an older man and woman walked into the room, the doctor behind them and I immediately guessed that they were my family.
"Claire, my darling dearest." The woman, who from the loose hair sticking out of her scarf seemed to be my mother, approached me and hugged me carefully.
"Mother." I said and returned her hug.
"Father?" I called out to the man who stood by the door, too stunned to move. I guessed he had to be my father, the resemblance was there.
"My daughter, you're okay, you really are okay." He walked to me and hugged me from the otherside.
"You remember us?" My mother asked and I shook my head slowly.
"Not really, I can't explain it but I just know." I said and they started planting kisses all over my face, making me chuckle.
They were acting like I was still a child.
"Am I an only child?" I asked them when they finally let me breathe.
"Yes." They replied and I nodded, it made sense, since my family were only two people.
"What of the man from earlier?" I wanted to ask but I couldn't because my mother and father immediately started talking to the doctor.
I felt a strange kind of loneliness and sadness at his absence.
"When can she go home?" My father's question distracted me from my thoughts and I looked at the doctor.
I wanted to know the answer too, I had no idea where I lived but I was willing to find out.
"She can be discharged in a few weeks and continue home treatment but for now she requires strict supervision and needs to be at the hospital." The doctor said and they nodded.
"Thank you very much, Doctor."
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[Luke]
"Thank you very much, Doctor." I hugged him tightly.
"He's awake, the King is awake." Sir Thomas appeared at my side in an instant and we hugged, he had been the one looking after the King when I couldn't be by his side.
"Can we see him now?" I asked the doctor as he prepared to go inside the room.
"I think you should wait a while, let me examine him first." He said and we agreed with him.
"Fine."
I couldn't believe my luck, my life was gradually getting back together, just a few days ago I was contemplating suicide but now I was the happiest man in the world.
"Have you seen, Claire?" Sir Thomas asked me as the doctor examined the King.
"Yes, she was asleep when I got there." I sighed. "She has temporary amnesia." I told him.
"I'm so sorry." He sighed. "How is the child, is it affected?"
"Not at the moment, no, but if she doesn't make a full recovery quickly, we don't know." I shook my head but he tapped my shoulders comfortingly.
"It will all be fine, I promise you." He said and I nodded.
"Thank you, Tom."
After a few minutes, the doctor came out, he had a very professional expression so I could not tell if all had gone well or not.
"How is he, Doctor?" I asked impatiently.
"He's awake." The doctor replied and I sighed out of relief. "But he's just woken up from a long coma so we need to give him a lot of time."
"Doctor, whatever it is, just tell us now, don't beat around the bush please." Sir Thomas said.
"His condition is a rare one, it's very rare for someone to slip into a coma after a successful heart surgery, we don't have all the answers now but from my examinations, he seems okay, he's just really confused right now and he's going through what we call PTA or post traumatic amnesia." The doctor explained.
"So when will he get better?" I asked.
"He should be fine in a few weeks or months." He said and I sighed, as always they didn't have definite times.
"Thank you very much, Doctor." We thanked him and he walked away.
"We shouldn't disturb him." I said and tapped Sir Thomas on the shoulder. "I'm going to see Claire." I said and walked away quickly.
I was glad that my father had recovered but I couldn't forget the fact that I was the one who caused him to be hospitalized in the first place and though he did not remember that now, it was only a matter of time before he did and who knew what he would do to me then.