Lying here, I'm looking over at the person who loves me almost unconditional. You may ask what that feels like and for the life of me I really can't explain it, you just have to experience it to understand. Nothing will ever be the same, and I don't know if that's a good thing or bad? I just know that right now I have no wish for it to change.
Let me fill you in on how I came to be laying here watching my lover sleep the sleep of the contented. It started for a better way of putting it almost a year and two months ago.
"Nurse? Her eye fluttered!"
I heard some rustling and then a hand on my wrist, "Ms Baxter? Can you hear me? Do you know what day it is?"
I opened my eyes, but I only managed to see out of my right one. I was confused; the room was out of focus and didn't look familiar, I realised that I was in hospital and the two women standing over me were strangers. The one in a nurse's uniform smiled down at me and continued to take my pulse, "Where am I? What happened?" My head hurt like bitch, and my one good eye was blurry.
"You're ok Ms Baxter! You've had a nasty bum to the head, and some minor cuts and abrasions, but apart from that you're doing well my dear. I need you to answer some simple question if you would. You've had a head injury, and we need to know what affect that has had. Do you think you can do that for me?" The nurse smiled again to reassure me.
I looked to the other woman; she didn't look like she was part of the medical staff. While the nurse was talking I was doing an inventory of what I knew. I looked back to the nurse, "How about I save time here! I don't remember much of anything, I have no idea what day it is or who I am, where I live or what I do for a crust!"
I looked back over to the other one. "And who are you?" She was little more than a girl, abate pretty, eighteen to twenty, mousey blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail, her clothes didn't seem to fit her; hanging loosely on her petite frame. With a little help she could quite easily turn heads where ever she went. She was on crutches, with her left leg in plaster, "Don't you remember me Natalie? I'm your partner, Serena! We share a home together, and have done for almost a year now!"
I was now more confused and I thought, "Partner? Not friend or girlfriend, or even sister, but partner as though we're living together. What sort of life did I have? How many more surprises will I have to get through?"
The nurse smirked, but kept her tongue. For me, I couldn't for some reason, remember my own name, or if I was in a relationship with anyone, let alone a lesbian one with this waif, "No! I'm sorry I don't. You do look familiar, but for the life of me, I can't remember from where!" My head started to pound and I slipped mercifully back into oblivion.
The next time I woke, a different nurse was tending the machines hooked up to me. There were tubes and wires hanging off me right left and centre. I must have looked like a reject from the Star Trek, Borg movie. Looking around, I saw Serena sleeping in a chair, the nurse noticed, "The poor thing hasn't gone home since you've been here. The nurse gingerly pulled the blanket back over Serena's shoulders, "She certainly thinks the world of you my dear. She's pestered the doctors incessantly about your condition. Do you remember anything?"
I lay there watching her chest rise and fall steadily as she slept. I shook my head and felt dizzy, "Ohhh... Jesus that hurt! I can't even remember what I ate last!" I whispered, shutting my eye as little tendrils of pain shot through my head.
The nurse smiled and put a needle into my cannula, "Just a little something to ease the pain and allow you to sleep. Sweet dreams and I'll see you in the morning!"
The following morning I woke to find Serena's chair empty. I pressed the call button and waited, "You're awake missy, and how are you feeling this morning?"
I blinked my one good eye a couple of times, "Better I think. Where's...Ummm the girl...Serena is it?"
The nurse went about tidying my bedding and checking the monitoring equipment, "We sent her home to shower, and change clothes. She said she'd be back in an hour with a change of underwear and a nightie for you. So how's the brain box this morning? Remember anything from before the accident?"
"Just flashes last night, I must have dreamt, but I don't know if they were real or just dreams."
The nurse brightened, "Well that's a start, much better than nothing my dear. Amnesia isn't uncommon in head injury cases like yours!"
The doctors were in and giving me the good news when Serena appeared at the door to my room. She seemed reluctant to enter. I couldn't put my finger on it; her demeanour was meek, mild and/or submissive? I'm not sure, but she looked as though she would dissolve if confronted harshly.
"You'll be able to go home in a couple of days Ms Baxter, you have been suffering from a depressed skull fracture. We had to put a couple of bur holes just above you right temple to relieve the pressure on your brain."
A nurse handed me a mirror and I saw that they had shaved the side of my head, "I'm going to have to shave the other side and go punk until my hair grows out!" I quipped.
One of the nurses giggled, "Pink, blue, and purple dye in your hair and it won't look out of place at all!"
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the doctor saved me, "Everything seems to be healing well now, but I have to impress on you that while every indication shows that you're out of the woods, but if you should feel at all unwell, I suggest you get yourself back here to hospital. I would rather hope you had someone to look after you for a week or two!"
Serena commented mousey from the doorway, "It's ok, I'll take good care of Natalie, Doctor Niles. I have done my St John's comprehensive first aid course. I was the one who gave her emergency aid at the scene of our accident." Dr Niles nodded his approval, "Then you look like you're in good hand Ms Baxter. Two days for the rest of your tests to come back and then you can go home." I had been in hospital for over a week, and I wondered if anyone else had missed me.
After the medical staff left, Serena stood looking expectantly at me, "I brought you some things. Change of underwear and a nightie. Those back to front hospital gowns are awfully draughty." She giggled nervously.
I smiled at her; there was something about her that I liked, but as far as calling it love, then the jury was still out on that one. I didn't even know how I felt about loving, or making love to another woman.
Obviously different processes reside in different parts of the brain, and in mine the memory centre was affected, but I still remembered how to talk, I hadn't written anything, but I could remember how to spell words. A thought caught me then; why wasn't I upset at not being able to remember? I didn't feel panicky because I couldn't remember Serena or our love making; in fact I didn't feel much at all. I was just disorientated and confused if anything.
The trip from the hospital was a task to say the least. After much effort with staggering and clumsy grabbing, Serena and I managed to get to her/our front door. As soon as she opened it I got a flash of memory, it was of Serena standing in the doorway, with an old grandfather clock behind her, but this entry didn't have the clock in it.
I stood for a minute waiting for more, but it never came. Serena asked concerned, "Are you ok sweetheart?"
"I saw a flash of an old grandfather clock when we entered. Does that mean anything?"
Serena seemed a little cautious, "That could be the clock at my mother's place, you did take a shine to it when you first saw it. Are you sure you're alright?"
I shook my head to clear it, "Yes of course I'm fine sweetie!" I stopped again and thought, "Where'd that come from?" I couldn't remember ever calling anyone sweetie! I took a deep breath, something nagged at the back of my mind, but I was feeling too tired to dwell on it and needed to lie down.
The apartment was small and old, but certainly clean and tidy. Whichever one of us was the domestic, we liked a neat house. Serena helped me to the one and only bedroom and turned back the covers as I sat on the side of the bed. She stood looking at me as though she couldn't decide on what to do next, I helped her out, "I would really love a cup of coffee, and the dishwater they cough up in hospital is enough to put you off coffee for life!"
Serena seemed to liven up at having something to do for me, "One Serena special coming up."
When she got back from the kitchen, I'd already removed my skirt and blouse. The panties Serena had got me fitted fine, but the bra was the wrong cup size." I'm a C cup and my boobs weren't filling the void, and it gave me food for thought. I removed the ill fitting bra because it irritated me and put the nightie on that Serena had got me in hospital while I thought. For one, I felt good about remembering my bra size but that brought up another puzzlement. One would think that if we were lovers for almost a year then she should know what cup size I am? Also the fact that the bra was scratchy, as though it was brand new without ever having been put through the wash.
Serena came back with our coffee in two travel mugs, and noticed me looking at them, "I couldn't carry normal cups and walk on crutches!" She handed me mine and sat on the bottom of the bed while she sipped hers.
Every now and then giving me a cheeky smile, "What are you smiling about?"
"Ohhh nothing! I'm just so happy that you're home safe and sound. I was so worried that I've hardly slept or eaten."
I sipped mine and enquired, "Can you tell me about the accident? Maybe it'll jog my memory?"
I could see a concerned look ripple across her face, "You do remember what happened, don't you?"