Rediscovering Julie
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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.
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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 the hospital and began to get used to my body, or, get used to it again.
My fingers pulled at the zip of the hoody that I had on and separated it, allowing the air through as my fingers flicked at the t-shirt underneath, exposing my skin to the cool air that surrounded me. I watched the light come through the curtains and fall onto my skin across my stomach, warming it. Goosebumps traveled across my skin as I my fingers did too, following them. I figured why not get to know a little closer to home before I tried to work through the heavy stuff to who I was?
As I unzipped the denim that clad my legs, and pushed it away from me, I wondered who I had liked, I knew that this was my chance to try anything and everything, whether it was new or not, I wouldn’t know, only the old me would know, and right now, she was nowhere to be found.
However, I was finding myself now, exploring, fingers brushing against my clit for the first time in my new life, bringing pleasure as it hardened to my touch, feeling myself grow damp. I slipped my hand deeper into the panties that remained across my mound, sliding my fingers into the warm waiting depths, gasping with pleasure as my fingers stroked along the inside of my velvet walls.
I was picturing the doctors and nurses from the hospital, wondering who it would have been I’d have chased, was I monogamous or more a serial dater? Hmm. Right now, it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the road to recovery, or a new life, either way, I was damned sure enjoying this.
I spent my time picturing myself in different scenarios, with different people and brought myself close to the edge of my first orgasm as Jane Doe, bringing myself to the very brink I felt the shadow come across my body before I heard them. My eyes snapped open and I looked up to see a young guy peering in through the window and my heart stopped.
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 the hospital and began to get used to my body, or, get used to it again.
My fingers pulled at the zip of the hoody that I had on and separated it, allowing the air through as my fingers flicked at the t-shirt underneath, exposing my skin to the cool air that surrounded me. I watched the light come through the curtains and fall onto my skin across my stomach, warming it. Goosebumps traveled across my skin as I my fingers did too, following them. I figured why not get to know a little closer to home before I tried to work through the heavy stuff to who I was?
As I unzipped the denim that clad my legs, and pushed it away from me, I wondered who I had liked, I knew that this was my chance to try anything and everything, whether it was new or not, I wouldn’t know, only the old me would know, and right now, she was nowhere to be found.
However, I was finding myself now, exploring, fingers brushing against my clit for the first time in my new life, bringing pleasure as it hardened to my touch, feeling myself grow damp. I slipped my hand deeper into the panties that remained across my mound, sliding my fingers into the warm waiting depths, gasping with pleasure as my fingers stroked along the inside of my velvet walls.
I was picturing the doctors and nurses from the hospital, wondering who it would have been I’d have chased, was I monogamous or more a serial dater? Hmm. Right now, it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the road to recovery, or a new life, either way, I was damned sure enjoying this.
I spent my time picturing myself in different scenarios, with different people and brought myself close to the edge of my first orgasm as Jane Doe, bringing myself to the very brink I felt the shadow come across my body before I heard them. My eyes snapped open and I looked up to see a young guy peering in through the window and my heart stopped.
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