on your head. But the speed you are recovering is marvelous. I wouldve expected to keep you in an induced coma for at least two weeks, but in a matter of two days you have recovered well enough that I brought you out of it.
What happened to me? she asked, forcing the words from her throat.
The doctor shook his head. We arent sure. An ambulance was dispatched to pick up an unconscious woman in the park. They arrived to find you with severe head trauma and there wasnt anyone around who knew you or knew what happened.
You still dont know who I am? she continued questioning, even though her throat felt like shed swallowed a cactus.
The doctor shook his head. No, you didnt have any identification on you, or anything else for that matter. Weve been calling you Jane Doe.
She stared at the man warily. She had no idea who she was, where she was from, what her name was and no way to explain how that felt. The doctor must have picked up on her emotional turmoil because he patted her hand, even though it shocked him yet again, and said, Dont worry, your memory should return shortly, especially since you seem to be healing so quickly.
He exited the room and left her to her thoughts, but in a few moments, a nurse entered the room with a cup of ice chips. She left them on the bedside table, checked the monitors that were attached to Jane, then she left the room too.
Jane sat alone in silence, trying her hardest to remember something, anything. She thought there must be no greater depth of loneliness than that. She was utterly alone without even any knowledge of who she was.
Much time passed as she sat there listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was so loud it sounded as if each thunderous tick was loud enough to crack the brick of the building. She wondered what kind of drugs theyd given her. She thought that surely, it had to be an effect of one of the medications.
Her ears picked up on another sound. It was sneakers screeching on the tile in the hall, slowly getting closer to her room. She waited for someone to enter, thinking that it must be one of the nurses, but the noise stopped outside her door.
She could hear something sniffing. She was definitely high. Who walks around sniffing in a hospital? It couldnt be a dog, they didnt allow dogs in hospitals.
Just when she thought shed imagined it all, a man stepped inside her room and walked to the foot of her bed. She looked him up and down, taking in his t-shirt and jeans. He didnt work for the hospital so who the hell was he?
What pack are you from? he asked.
Jane raised an eyebrow at him and said, I have no idea what youre talking about. Her throat was still a little rough, so she reached over to grab the cup of water off the table and took a sip.
Are you a maverick? he asked, seeming annoyed at her.
I dont know what you mean, she explained, sharing his agitation.
I mean, what werewolf pack are you from and why are you in my territory?
Werewolves? she questioned as she eyed him speculatively. Maybe hed escaped from the psych ward. She looked him over again and after noting his gelled black hair and the dog tags around his neck, she knew he was too clean to have come from somewhere inside the hospital.
Come on, youre coming with me, he said, throwing a change of clothes at her.
Im not going anywhere with you, she muttered, quickly beginning to fear the stranger in her room.
Start explaining then, he growled at her with burning amber eyes. He looked angry and Jane had no idea why. She didnt know how shed ended up in the hospital, what shed done to her head, hell she didnt know her own name. How was she supposed to answer his questions?
I dont know what you want me to tell you but I cant really tell you much. I dont have any memory of how I got here.
He walked around the bed, moving closer to her and sniffed again.
Why do you keep sniffing?
Im scenting for deception, he replied nonchalantly.
Jane slid her cup over onto the table and as she pulled her hand away, she laid it on the bedrail over the nurse call button. If you dont leave by the time I