want to raise
them here.”
“I
have a cabin in the Colorado mountains. Let's go live there and have
a few kids.”
“Yes!
Yes!” she responded enthusiastically.
As they
kissed, both wondered if they would soon hear the scream of a man
plunging twenty stories.
Chapter 2
Colorado
Cabin
Ohhhh,
this can't be good , she thought to herself.
It was as
if she were awakening from a deep sleep, not yet able to open her
eyes. A gentle breeze across her face, accompanied by the sound of
'whup, whup, whup' coming from overhead, were her clues that she had
a problem. It was reminiscent of an old TV series that started out
with the same sounds, as wartime helicopters approached an emergency
medical center.
“Have
I been in an accident?” she mumbled.
“Yes,
dear,” came the response from a matronly-sounding voice. “You
were found at the scene of an explosion.”
“Oh
my God! Was anyone else injured?”
“No,
honey, only you. Can you tell me your name?” inquired the
attendant.
“Of
course I can, it's....it's um....I can't think of it at the moment,
ma'am.”
“We'll
need the name of someone in your family. Who would you like for us to
contact, miss?”
“I
have a sister,” the young woman muttered. “She lives out
of town, though.”
“Oh
good, and what's her name?”
“It's...oh
God, I can't remember that either. Ohhhh, my back is killing me, and
my head is pounding.”
“We're
almost there, sweetheart.”
Soon she
felt the chopper descend, and her eyes finally began to open.
Emergency personnel came running toward them with a gurney and began
to shift her position to move her onto it.
“Ohhhh,
my back, my back, please take it easy on my back, guys!”
A few
moments later she was in the ER.
“Hello,
darling, I'm Doctor Sanchez,” an overweight, Hispanic woman
informed her. “We're going to be cutting off your clothes and
running some tests to determine what needs to be done first. It
appears you may have a concussion and a broken wrist. You have no
I.D. Can you tell me your name?”
“No,
my mind is messed up,” she whined.
“That's
okay, we're used to that here. You're our eleventh patient today, so
we're going to call you Miss November until you can remember. You
don't mind being named after a month do you?”
“I
feel like a centerfold,” she said, attempting some humor in her
time of suffering.
A few hours
later she was moved to an upstairs room shared by another patient and
given some sedatives.
“My
name is Claudette and I'll be one of your nurses here in the trauma
ward, Miss November. If you feel you need anything for your pain,
just push the button at the side of your bed and I'll be right in.”
It was a
struggle getting through the next several days as more x-rays were
taken, the broken wrist was patched up, and Claudette made repeated
trips bringing needed pain meds.
“Your
roommate just checked out. We can move you to the bed over by the
window if you'd like,” said the orderly. “You can have a
better view of the mountains.”
“That
would be nice. That way I can watch the landing helicopters as they
bring in more patients.”
“There's
a handsome young man who's waiting to see you, miss.”
“There
is? Does he know who I am? Who is he?”
“He
says he's with the Denver police and has a few questions for you.”
As she
looked over at the doorway, a good looking fellow about six feet tall
with a crew-cut and a husky build entered the room.
“Hello,
miss. I'm Detective Bradley. You can call me Brad if you like. I'd
like to ask you a few questions if you're feeling up to it.”
She was
immediately smitten and began fantasizing him crawling into the bed
with her to do his interrogation. She also felt inexplicably
threatened by him.
“I'm
afraid I can't be of much help, officer. I have amnesia.”
“Maybe
I can help you out a little. We recovered the charred remnants of a
large envelope at the scene.” He held it up and turned it
upside down. A
them here.”
“I
have a cabin in the Colorado mountains. Let's go live there and have
a few kids.”
“Yes!
Yes!” she responded enthusiastically.
As they
kissed, both wondered if they would soon hear the scream of a man
plunging twenty stories.
Chapter 2
Colorado
Cabin
Ohhhh,
this can't be good , she thought to herself.
It was as
if she were awakening from a deep sleep, not yet able to open her
eyes. A gentle breeze across her face, accompanied by the sound of
'whup, whup, whup' coming from overhead, were her clues that she had
a problem. It was reminiscent of an old TV series that started out
with the same sounds, as wartime helicopters approached an emergency
medical center.
“Have
I been in an accident?” she mumbled.
“Yes,
dear,” came the response from a matronly-sounding voice. “You
were found at the scene of an explosion.”
“Oh
my God! Was anyone else injured?”
“No,
honey, only you. Can you tell me your name?” inquired the
attendant.
“Of
course I can, it's....it's um....I can't think of it at the moment,
ma'am.”
“We'll
need the name of someone in your family. Who would you like for us to
contact, miss?”
“I
have a sister,” the young woman muttered. “She lives out
of town, though.”
“Oh
good, and what's her name?”
“It's...oh
God, I can't remember that either. Ohhhh, my back is killing me, and
my head is pounding.”
“We're
almost there, sweetheart.”
Soon she
felt the chopper descend, and her eyes finally began to open.
Emergency personnel came running toward them with a gurney and began
to shift her position to move her onto it.
“Ohhhh,
my back, my back, please take it easy on my back, guys!”
A few
moments later she was in the ER.
“Hello,
darling, I'm Doctor Sanchez,” an overweight, Hispanic woman
informed her. “We're going to be cutting off your clothes and
running some tests to determine what needs to be done first. It
appears you may have a concussion and a broken wrist. You have no
I.D. Can you tell me your name?”
“No,
my mind is messed up,” she whined.
“That's
okay, we're used to that here. You're our eleventh patient today, so
we're going to call you Miss November until you can remember. You
don't mind being named after a month do you?”
“I
feel like a centerfold,” she said, attempting some humor in her
time of suffering.
A few hours
later she was moved to an upstairs room shared by another patient and
given some sedatives.
“My
name is Claudette and I'll be one of your nurses here in the trauma
ward, Miss November. If you feel you need anything for your pain,
just push the button at the side of your bed and I'll be right in.”
It was a
struggle getting through the next several days as more x-rays were
taken, the broken wrist was patched up, and Claudette made repeated
trips bringing needed pain meds.
“Your
roommate just checked out. We can move you to the bed over by the
window if you'd like,” said the orderly. “You can have a
better view of the mountains.”
“That
would be nice. That way I can watch the landing helicopters as they
bring in more patients.”
“There's
a handsome young man who's waiting to see you, miss.”
“There
is? Does he know who I am? Who is he?”
“He
says he's with the Denver police and has a few questions for you.”
As she
looked over at the doorway, a good looking fellow about six feet tall
with a crew-cut and a husky build entered the room.
“Hello,
miss. I'm Detective Bradley. You can call me Brad if you like. I'd
like to ask you a few questions if you're feeling up to it.”
She was
immediately smitten and began fantasizing him crawling into the bed
with her to do his interrogation. She also felt inexplicably
threatened by him.
“I'm
afraid I can't be of much help, officer. I have amnesia.”
“Maybe
I can help you out a little. We recovered the charred remnants of a
large envelope at the scene.” He held it up and turned it
upside down. A
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