Chapter 1
His eyes fluttered open, raising his head he looked around the room, when he tried to move his arms he discovered only the right one would move, turning his head he saw tubes attached to his left arm, the arm strapped to the bed frame.
Through the partially open door he cold hear the soft murmur of voices and the squeak of rubber soled shoes. He realised he was in a hospital, closing his eyes he tried to remember why he was here. His mind filled with quick flashes of images, driving over the brow of a hill, two sets of headlights bearing down upon him, the squeal of tyres. He jerked his eyes open, his body bathed in cold sweat, as he heard the door to his room push open.
“Hi, you’re awake.”
“Yeah, so it would seem. If you don’t mind, could you tell me where I am?”
“Sure, you’re in St. Joseph’s Hospital.”
“How long have I been here?”
“You were brought into the A&E nearly eight months ago.”
“Eight months, shit, what’s happened to me?”
“You were involved in a car crash and for the past eight months you’ve been in a coma.”
“OK one more question, who am I?”
“I’m sorry?”
“What’s my name? Fuck, how old am I? I can’t seem to remember anything,” he said a note of panic in his voice.
”I’d better go get the doctor.”
Lying in bed he waited for the nurse to return, he tried to remember anything about himself, but it was hopeless, the only thing he seemed to remember was the few seconds before the crash. He had no memory of his previous life; his name, age; family and childhood were gone, wiped away by two arseholes who thought it would be fun to race each other on a quiet country road.
“Hello, my names Doctor West, Nurse Shore told me you were awake, how do you feel?”
“I don’t know, a bit scared, who am I doc? Why can’t I remember?”
“Your name is David and you’re nineteen years old. As for why you can’t remember, we’ll need to run some tests, you were brought in with pretty bad head injuries and you’ve spent the last eight months in a coma. As I said we’ll need to run some tests, but hopefully it’s only a temporary problem.”
“You mean my memory will return.”
”I don’t know, as I said we need to run some test.”
While a nurse phoned David’s parents, the doctor had him wheeled away for a CAT scan and various other tests.
The scan and tests took most of the day and when an orderly finally wheeled David back into his room there were three people sitting in chairs by his bed, a man, and two women.He wasn’t exactly stupid, three people in his room all crying, he guessed the man and older woman must be his parents, he wasn’t sure about the younger woman at first, but the resemblance between her and his parents was enough for him to guess, sister.
David had no sooner climbed back onto his bed when he found himself enclosed in his mom’s arms. She held him close kissing his cheek, while tears streamed down her face.
“Mom I...”
“Shh baby we’re all here.”
It took some time but David finally managed to untangle himself from his mom’s arms, she sat on the bed holding one of his hands, his sister sat on his other side holding his other hand.
“Mom, dad.”
David looked at his sister and paused, trying to dredge up her name from his lost memories.
“Mom, dad, sis I don’t know if the doctors have told you anything, but I don’t remember anything.”
“That’s OK honey, the accident doesn’t matter, and you’re OK that’s what’s important.”
“No mom you don’t understand, I don’t remember anything, not you, not dad, not sister, hell not even me.”
David’s sister looked at him in surprise,
“What do you mean you can’t remember anything?”
“Nothing, my memories a blank.”
Three sets of eyes looked at him in surprise and sorrow,
“Nothing at all?”
“Zero, zip, zilch.”
David’s dad squeezed his arm,
“That’s OK son, what can we do.”
”Tell me about myself, all I’ve been told is that my name is David and that I’m nineteen, tell me about you and our family and my life.”
“OK, before we tell you too much we’d better speak to the doctor, but your name is David Stewart and as the doctor told you, you are nineteen years old. As you probably guessed the young girl sitting beside you is your sister Cathy, she’s eighteen. I’m your dad Paul and your mom’s name is Sarah.”
Paul had just finished talking when a doctor walked in,
“Good afternoon David, Mr and Mrs Stewart, Cathy.”
David looked at the doctor,
“OK, I may as well ask straight out, how long?”
“How long what?”
“How long before I’ll be able to remember stuff and how long before I can get out of here?”
The doctor looked from David to his parents and sister,
“We’ll need to keep you in for a couple of weeks at least for observation and physio, but then you will be able to go home. As for your memory, I’m afraid we don’t know, as I told you, when you came in you had some serious injuries including a trauma to your head. The coma was your bodies way of getting over it, the memory loss, well I won’t lie to you, your memory could return tomorrow, next week, next year or never.”
“Never!”
“I’m sorry David.”
Shortly after that David’s family was ushered from the room and he was left alone to his own thoughts and a pretty horrible meal. David refused a sleeping pill and instead spent the night tossing and turning, trying to discover some memory of who he was.
The next morning David was awoken early by a nurse, he lay there still half asleep as she took his temperature and pulse. After she’d left he climbed from the bed and headed to the bathroom, he was shocked at how weak he felt as he stood there peeing. After only a few minutes his legs were starting to shake and he broke out into a sweat as he forced himself to stand. Washing his face and shaking hands in the basin he walked unsteadily back to bed.
David was forced to remain in hospital for a further three weeks, three weeks of tests, physiotherapy and visits to a hospital shrink, the tests to find the extent of his memory loss and the physio to get his body working again.
The psychiatrist quickly drove David to hate her; she taught him seemingly useless exercises to help him regain his memory, all the time with a smug knowing smile on her face and a condescending manner, as she tried to get him to talk about his feelings and dreams. As the weeks passed his physical body recovered from the coma and he started to feel stronger, although his memory remained as blank as when he had awoken.
When he wasn’t being tortured by the physiotherapists or spoken down to by the psychiatrist David found himself staring into space, trying to remember the faces of the steady stream of visitors. After a few days of daydreaming and hoping for a miracle recovery he asked his parents to bring him any old school and college books to read. The only good news he had was while reading these, he found that as he read the various text books the knowledge seemed to be still in his head and it became more a process of refreshing his memory rather than re-learning. Unfortunately this didn’t seem to be the case with his personal life, no matter how often he looked at family photos, without someone to tell me who the people were and when it was taken, his mind was blank. The pictures could have been of complete strangers, the same was true of the various Aunts, uncles, cousins and school friends who visited him.
Sarah and Cathy visited David every day, at first they found the visits hard, the son and brother who had left the house nearly nine months ago wasn’t the same person sitting in the hospital bed. Cathy found herself enjoying talking to David, something she’d never experienced before, the old David had been very sure of himself and rather arrogant. The new David was quieter, shy and unsure of himself. Finally after a particular visit she decided to talk her feelings over with her mom.
“He’s not the same is he mom.”
“David, no, no he isn’t. He’s still our David though.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t say this, but I like him better now, that makes me a horrible person doesn’t it?”
“No honey it doesn’t. Your brother wasn’t exactly nice to you when you were growing up, hell after he went to University he became...”
“Arrogant and argumentative,” they both laughed “I miss him though.”
“We all do, now we have to help the new David discover himself.”
Paul visited his son every other day or so depending on work, he seemed to spend his time dashing between home, the hospital and his office.
David was rather shocked when he found himself suddenly dreaming about his mom and sister, he was never sure what the dreams were about, but he would awake from them with a throbbing erection and a feeling of loss. He didn’t dare mention them to the hospital shrink, for fear of what she would say.
Chapter 2
Finally on a sunny day in early June, nine months after being carried into hospital, David was wheeled out to the family car. The first time David really looked at his dad in the bright sunlight he was shocked at how tired Paul looked, even as he smiled and asked David if he was feeling OK, David could see the bags under his eyes and the fatigued look to his face.
An hour after leaving the hospital Paul pulled into the driveway of a detached house in a quiet village.
“Here we are, home at last, do you recognise it?” asked Sarah glancing back at her son.
“No, sorry mom.”
“That’s OK honey, let’s get you inside.”
Cathy was waiting at the door and she gave her brother a big hug.
“Welcome home big brother.”
“Hi Cathy, it’s good to be home.”
As Cathy hugged him, David was embarrassed to feel his cock responding to the contact; it quickly hardened, pushing against his jeans and against Cathy’s stomach.
“Come on move out of the way, let’s get inside.”
Paul carried David’s bags in before kissing Sarah goodbye,
“I’m sorry I can’t stay at home with you, but there’s a lot on at work, so I’ll see you tonight, OK.”
“Yeah, sure dad, no problem.”
After his father had left David wandered around the house for a while before gravitating to his bedroom, he looked at the pictures on the walls and the shelves full of books, trying to remember something, anything, but his mind was blank. Finally he wondered over to the desk and switched on his computer, ‘maybe this will tell me something’ he thought while he waited for it to boot up. Windows XP started there was his name and a password box, he had no idea what he should enter and so he pressed the return key, a message told him that he had entered an incorrect password and gave him a clue to the correct word.
‘Are you sure?’
What the hell did that mean, what sort of use was that as an aid memoir,
“You OK Davy?”
David looked round and his eyes almost popped out of his head, he felt his cock jumped to instant erection.
Cathy was standing naked in his bedroom doorway; he looked at her, his eyes exploring her body. She was about five foot five, with a slim figure and full breasts, 36-24-34, long brown hair and green eyes.
“Uhh, hi Cathy, yeah I guess, I was trying to get on my computer, but it requires a password.”
“I’m just going for a shower, let’s have a quick look.”
