A few moments later, a handsome tall man entered the room. He seemed oddly familiar. I tried placing him but my memory was still shot. He told me that I was in danger and that I didn’t have a chance at survival unless I stuck with him. I was intrigued. I couldn’t understand how I would be in danger. I thought the injuries I had were from some sort of scuffle, nothing as serious as someone trying to kill me. I wrote him off as mad and tried pushing the button to call the nurse. He stopped me from doing so.
“I am here to protect you,” he said.
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because I tried to kill you.”
That was when I remembered him. He was the mad driver from the hit-and-run encounter! “I think you must be in shock,” I said, “because you hit that woman. She died, by the way, and you’re totally responsible for it. You should see a doctor though, for the trauma.”
“My name is Jake. I’m your friend.”
“Then why do you say that you tried to kill me?”
“Because I did? It’s not something I’m proud of, but it was either you or me.”
“So why are you trying to save me now?”
“Because I shouldn’t have tried to kill you in the first place.”
“Jake, you sound deranged. You should really get checked,” I said as I pushed the button.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” He said, rather sternly. He moved over and stood by the door. As soon as the nurse came in, he choked her, slipping her into unconsciousness. I gasped. I pressed the button again and again, rather frantically. He looked at me softly, seeing that I was terrified of him. “You have to come with me,” he said as he hauled me over his shoulder. I felt a sharp prick in my abdomen. I winced. I slipped into the darkness that followed.