Open my eyes...

[musical_rocker]

Who: Albert
When: Now
Where: Hospital.

It had been days since the accident, and the scruff of his face was proof of that. Albert had no idea people had been coming and going to visit him, nor did he know how long he'd been unconscious.

Slowly he opened his eyes, frowning against the light in the room as it hurt his eyes. At first the panic came as his hand moved to tug the breathing tube from his nose and he tried to get out of the bed. Alarm bells sounded and moments later a nurse came into the room and tried to calm him down. One nurse turned to two, and then a doctor. They could see he was confused and scared, his eyes wide as he tried to find something in the room that made sense. After an examination and questions, it came to light that he had some form of memory loss. Whether it was permanent or temporary they didn't know. Mostly time would tell.

With some of the tubes and wired removed from his body, Albert sat in the bed eating a fruit cup while staring at the tv. He'd flicked through the channels and was currently watching cartoons, he didn't know why he was watching them, but there was something familiar about them, something he knew but couldn't put his finger on. Every time the door to his room opened, Al looked towards it. The nurse told him they would contact his family, he'd just nodded unable to remember them.

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[not_soperfect]

Mac had gone out for coffee and a cigarette, when he came back with coffee in hand, the hospital staff told him of the transpiring events. That Al had woken and seem to be alert with his surrounds. Heading into the room, Mac stood near the door, he didn’t have to be told what was going on. Didn’t have to hear it from Al he didn’t remember him. He…knew…the moment Al had to look at him with no recognition in his eyes, what was wrong.

Mac stood in the door way, his voice remained low as he spoke.

“They told me you had woken.”