(Re)Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

(Re)Discovering Myself

Do you ever wonder where you come from? I do. When I woke up from my coma, it appeared to anybody around me, that I had just woken up from a coma with memory loss, becoming confused easily, and that was, for the most part, true. The world was bright, the hospital smelling of despair and bleach, painful to every part of me. “Where am I? What is this place?” I wondered aloud. If you’ve ever suddenly woken up in an unfamiliar setting, surrounded by nameless faces and harsh chemical smells, then you will know what it feels like to be totally isolated and scared of anything and everything that crosses your eye line. “Hello there, I am your doctor, you have been out for quite a while, can you remember what happened?” his deep gentle voice asked. “N-no. Where am I? Doctor…who?” “Doctor Smith. You are in the hospital, you were in a coma after being brought into the hospital unconscious and covered in blood that was coming from lacerations across your body. We had to operate to stop the internal bleeding that was occurring too. We don’t know what had happened to you before you got here, we were hoping that you could enlighten us. You have been under for two months, and no next of kin could be found for you.” My body and mind ached, who was I? I couldn’t even answer that for myself. “Who am I? Where am I from?” I asked, pleading that an answer to my quandary could be given quickly. “We’re going to have to disappoint you, we don’t know who you are. You have no dental records, no ...

... hospital records, no fingerprints can be found anywhere. You are the epitome of Jane Doe.” I felt my heart sink as I sat upright in the hard hospital bed, my muscles stretching and burning through their lack of exercise. “But…” “This will be hard for you Miss Doe, but with no identification, no next of kin, no records and no belongings but your blood stained and torn clothes, the only option that we have for you, is to release you from our care, just to see you through the outpatients surgery for periodic check-ups and psychologist exams. Do you really remember nothing?” I shook my head in acknowledgement that I didn’t have a flaming clue who I was or where I was from. A short while later, I left the hospital with only the brand new clothes they gave me, a phone with prepaid credit so I could contact them if I needed to, and my hopefully only temporary name. ------- I walked out into the bright sunlight, into a world I wasn’t sure if I knew or not, clothes clinging to me in a strangely familiar but new way and lowered the sun glasses onto my face. The first place I had to head to was the safe house where I would be allocated my new documents and money so that I could support myself in the time whilst I was trying to get my memory back. I walked in to the dismal room, taking in the drab furniture as I realised that this could be a second chance at life, and a chance to discover who I am really. I flung my bag into the corner and jumped onto the bed, a little softer than the one at ...