Luis hesitated and sighed. You were in a car accident, he said, it was bad and you have been in a coma for weeks.
When we found you, you were barely breathing, his voice broke. I thought I lost you.
What about family? Friends? I asked feeling a sense of loss creeping in.
Luis looked uncomfortable. Naimah you don't have any family or friends. You were found alone at the scene. It's just you and me now.
A wave of despair washed over me, how could I not have anyone else in my life? Tears clouded my vision, who was I before the accident? The questions swirled in my mind as I tried to piece the fragments of memories that eluded me.
Luis excused himself to take a call.
From where i was, Luis kept making eye contacts with me, like a watchdog, yet, he seemed uncomfortable before he disappeared from my view.
When he got back, Luis posture suddenly went rigid on seeing a police officer chatting with me.
That will be all for now, the officer who introduced himself to me as Greg said, acknowledging Luis with a nod as he walked out the door.
Luis didn't make eye contact, he kept rubbing his palms on his shirt and tapping his left foot to the floor.
You didn't tell me... " I begin to say but got caught off by Luis who roughly said, the evidence at the scene has been tampered with"
What? I asked in shock.
Officer Greg, hhe, he stammered, told you right?
I scorf.
what do you mean? Officer Greg was only encouraging me to get better, relax my nerves and not get worked up in recovering the memory i lost.
i thought, he paused, scratching his head, nervousness plastered on his face. As he sat across me in the hospital room, I could see the turmoil in his eyes. He was struggling to find the right words, to explain what had happened.
Go on, tell me. Who did it? I asked him, my voice was soft but firm. I needed to know the truth, to understand why anyone would want to hurt me.
Luis reached for a glass of water, his hands shaking. I dont know Naimah, he said finally. The police had a theory, but there's no evidence. The surveillance tape was destroyed and there is no one to pin the crime on.
Naimah could see the veins on Luis forehead become more visible, and can tell he is stressed and fidgeting but why?
She suddenly became angry and frustrated. How could someone get away with hurting her like this?
Did you involve the police? It sounded foolish asking that but something in her kept pushing her to say it, so she asked, her eyes locked on his.
He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of forced sadness and genuine gratitude. Yes, i did. Its like who ever did this vanished into thin air he dramatised with his hands hanging in the air.
Thank you for involving the police she said with compassion.
Naimah, we'll get through this together, I promise.
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