“Some people say that there’s no such thing as a happy ending, and others believe that that is the only way to end a story. But the problem is that each ending is what you make of it.”
The hospital walls were a bleak white, drowning in the smell of anesthetics. The light shinned into the small room, crawling it’s way across to the bed. Eda’s eyes flickered and the machines surrounding the girl stirred to life. After several minutes, Eda’s eyelids opened, revealing her pale blue irises. A woman stirred in the far corner of the room. When she noticed the girl’s eyes open, she sprang to her feet and hurried out of the room. Strange.
It was less than a minute later when the woman returned, followed by a dark-haired doctor and two nurses, one blond and the other a brunette. The nurses exchanged a quick glance, was it surprise, shock?
“How’re you feeling Melinda?” the blond haired nurse inquired.
“I’ve got a headache,” Eda replied, her British accent strange to her ears, “Where am I? What happened?” she asked, a flash of images exploding in her mind.
She wanted to cry, to scream. But any sort of movement hurt.
“Eda, what’s the last thing you remember?” the other nurse asked, cautiously moving over to the left side of Eda’s bed.
Eda remained silent, unsure of what to say. “I… I don’t remember anything…. What… what happened to me?” she answered, panic racing through her veins.