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happened?”
     They exchange a look and Rylee leans back, taking a seat on
the edge of my hospital bed.
    “Well, J, you were in an accident.”
    Thanks for that answer, Captain Obvious. “No shit, Ry, I can
see that. What happened?”
    My abrasive tone catches her off guard but she brushes it
aside and looks questioningly at Bode. The look irritates me because I can tell
they are hiding something. I am the one in an immense amount of pain and they
think they can hide shit? I don’t think so.
    “Will one of you tell me what the hell is going on, please?”
    They glance at one another again, further igniting my
growing rage. Rylee tentatively places a hand on my uninjured leg.
    “J, please give it a minute and the doctor will be in to
explain everything. They asked us not to explain until they could examine you.”
    Her eyes beg me to understand. I can see the sheen of her
tears. The fact that the two people I trust implicitly will not tell me anything
scares the hell out of me. My head is pounding and I have no idea what is going
on around me. This is not who I am. I am Jeremy Ash, professional wide receiver.
I take life by the balls, I don’t sit back and wait for anything. What the fuck
happened and why can’t I remember?
    As I am about to rip into the two of them, a tall, lanky man
in green scrubs knocks and enters the depressing as hell room. Well thank fuck.
This had better be the man with some answers. Better yet, maybe he is the man
with the painkillers I desperately need.
    He shakes hands with both Ry and Bode before introducing himself
as Dr. Bowen. I try to remain calm and cordial as he explains who he is and offers
his impressive list of credentials. Once the pleasantries are over the
inquisition begins.
    “Mr. Ash, how are you feeling?”
    Answer: Like a freight train hit me.
    “Mr. Ash, what is the last thing you remember before waking
up here today?”
    Answer: Shit, I’m not sure. I remember taking Ry to a hotel
after the bomb scare at her office.
    “Mr. Ash, do you know what year it is? When is your
birthday?”
    Answer: Well, last I checked, it was 2015. My birthday is
June 6, 1990.
    “Mr. Ash, are you experiencing any pain?”
    Answer: Is that a joke? Fuck yeah, I am in pain.
    “Mr. Ash, do you have any questions for me?”
    Answer: Yeah, a shit ton, but I cannot seem to make them
coherent yet.
    “Mr. Ash, can we get you anything?”
    Answer: No, now I just want to go back to sleep.
    Once the inquisition is over, Dr. Bowen, Rylee and Bode gently
explain the events of the past ten days. To say I am shocked to learn I have
been in a coma is an understatement. However, at least that explains the
skull-splitting headache. I try to think back to the hotel and the events that
led to my stay here, but it is a blur. I can see pieces of memories. They flash
in my mind, but I cannot place them. Trying to focus on any of them for more
than a second increases the throbbing in my head.  
    Dr. Bowen tells me to rest and that my memory will come back
bit by bit, but there is a chance I will not regain it all. The idea I might
not regain my memory scares me until I think back on important things. I
remember my childhood, not that anyone would want to. I remember playing
football in college and being drafted. I remember Ry, Bode, and Eric. Well, it seems
the important shit is still there, and that’s what matters. The way I feel, I’m
not sure I want to remember anything else.
    Once Dr. Bowen leaves the room, Ry comes over and sits on
the edge of my bed. It is obvious she has something she wants to get off her
chest, but she gives me a lazy smile instead.
    “All right Rylee, I know that look. What is on your mind?” In
other words, Sis, spit it out. I want to return to the comfort that the
darkness of sleep provides.
    Her smile fades and she looks down at the blue blanket
covering my broken body. She picks at the tiny balls of lint on the fabric,
which tells me that she is nervous. So I press her a little