I woke up and could not feel my legs. Then I looked down and see a brown-haired woman in a blue blouse and jeans, asleep in a cold, blue hospital chair across from my hospital bed.

I looked at my surroundings and saw I was hooked up to all kinds of machines. Beep. Beep. Beeping is all I heard. I tried to get up but my legs wouldn’t move. I tried again. Nothing.

At this point, the lady with the brown hair starts to shift in her chair. She lets out a yawn and opens her eyes. I tried to move and the lady gets up. I see her face all wide-eyed and somewhat sympathetic. “Honey, you’re awake!”, she exclaims. She starts crying and runs to me and hugs me. Who is this woman? I don’t know. I ask, “Hi, lady, who are you?”

She takes a step back and looks at me. She looks worried and confused. A little bit hurt, too. Was I supposed to know who this woman is? I feel like I should, but I have no clue. “Doctor!”, the woman yells as she looks out the door. “She’s awake!”

A team of doctors and nurses came rushing. A man wearing blue scrubs asks me how I am feeling. “Confused,” I answer bluntly. He asks if I know where I am. “Hospital,” I reply. They kept asking me questions that were easy enough to answer. I kept thinking about how I can’t seem to move my legs. Then the one question that would change my life forever. “What is your name?”.

It has been 5 years and I never got my memory back. They told me I had this freak accident while bungee jumping. I don’t remember any of it. With intense physiotherapy, I regained the strength to walk. This is my life now. I am starting over.