I Remember

How much will you remember when you're destined to forget?

Maia Wesley woke up one day as a fifteen year old, and the next as eighteen. Well not exactly, but that's how she remembers it.
What will you do if you have been in a coma for three years and wake up to a world that has moved on without you, while you've stayed behind? How will you cope if you're thrust into an adult world when last time you checked you were a teenager? And how will you rebuild your life when you're destined to forget?
After waking up from a three year long coma Maia Wesley is known as 'Miracle Girl', but little does she know that the biggest struggle has not even begun.


2. Miracle Girl

I immediately shut my eyes again as the bright light emanating from the bulbs on the ceiling blinded my eyes, similar to when you wake up to sunlight pouring into your room. The shock of the light caused me to stop screaming and my hands instinctively flew up to cover my eyes further, my arms struggling against the dull ache I felt all over my body earlier. They felt really stiff, and it was painful to move them.

"Maia? Maia!" My mother's voice sounded first uncertain, then incredulous. "Call the doctors! Oh my God it's a miracle!" I heard quick footsteps leaving the room and presumed it was just my mother and I left, though I didn't dare to open my eyes again.
I felt pressure next to me on the mattress and the reassuring warmth of my mother's body heat. I could smell her perfume, and it was a welcome, familiar scent. Her soft hands rested on mine, and gently tried to pry my hands away from my eyes.
"Maia? Maia, baby, it's me. Open your eyes, sweetie. It's fine, I'm here."
I opened my mouth to respond and was shocked by how dry it was. I could barely swallow, and my throat felt like sandpaper. "M-Mum." I managed to croak out. "L-Lights. Off. Pl-ease." The words seemed to almost get trapped in my throat, but I managed to get out a relatively comprehensible request. The extra weight on my bed left and I heard the click of the light switch being flicked. The painful pink hue died from my eyelids as darkness enveloped me and I opened them once more. I returned my arms back to my sides as I watched my mother, silhouetted by the faint light coming in through the window in the door, came and knelt next to the bed. She passed me a bottle of water from the side table, and I took it gratefully. The cool water washed down my throat and felt amazing, and with every sip my mouth felt less dry.
"Oh Maia, I've missed you. You have no idea what we've gone through.. Please, please stay this time." Stay this time? What did she mean by that? Did she think I had run away? Just then the door burst open and a doctor came running in with the nurse from earlier in tow.
The nurse switched on the lights and I squeezed my eyes shut again. "Sorry, Miss, but we need the lights on. Your eyes will adjust soon, I promise." I slowly opened them, squinting at the harsh light that filled the room. As my eyes adjusted I could see that next to me was a machine that was the cause of the buzzing, and that I was covered in wires, some of which were hooked up to it. I was in a small room, one wall of which was taken up by the bed I was laying on, the side table and the buzzing and beeping machine. The wall opposite had a door in the middle of it, and I could see the unmistakeable layout of a hospital corridor through the window, with identical doors lining the walls at regular intervals. The rest of the wall was taken up by grey filing cabinets. The wall to left had a small desk with a computer the likes of which I had never seen before on top of it. The walls were painted a sickly, light green and the floor was covered with black tiles. I could see my mother's face as she stared up at me from where she knelt by the bed. Her brown hair was falling out of her bun and she had a considerable amount more wrinkles on her pale face, but she looked ecstatic. I've never seen a bigger smile grace her face and her brown eyes twinkled happily. The nurse was standing next to the door, in her blue uniform, and her blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun. She looked incredulous.
The doctor was standing on the other side of the bed. He was tall, at least six foot, and the navy of the hospital uniform he was wearing complimented his dark skin tone.

"Miss Wesley. I don't believe it." The doctor said. "How are you feeling? Drowsy, tired, achey?"
"Yes, all three."
"Yes, that's to be expected. Well, you're very fortunate, Miss Wesley. The nurses are calling you Miracle Girl." I gave him a questioning look. "Oh yes, well I'll let your mother explain what has happened later. Right now I'm afraid we're going to need some privacy while I run some tests to make sure everything's okay. I'm sorry, Mrs Wesley, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She nodded and gave my hand a squeeze before getting up.
"I'll call your father, he'll be here by the time you're finished." She said with a reassuring smile, but there was doubt in her eyes. "Please stay this time." What did that mean? I was still wondering what on earth she meant when the nurse led her out.


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