Amnesia (A Patrick Dempsey FanFic)

Chapter 37

Brooke's POV

I slowly wake up and notice Patrick is asleep in the chair to my right. I look down and noticd that I've been clothed in a different gown. I look around and everything is the same, but without blood on anything. I sit up a little trying to be quiet to let Patrick sleep. I look around to try and find my phone but I have no luck.

Now what? I'm wide awake, so falling asleep wouldn't be an option, and I don't have my phone. As I look around, I notice that Patrick brought a half sized brief case. I decide to get up, out of the bed, without making any noise but am constantly in pain trying to do so. I slowly make my way over to the brief case and open it up. The first thing I see is a regular paper sized, yellow note pad with a pen. I grab both of these objects, then manage to get in bed without waking up Patrick.

I start to doodle random objects on an empty, such as the glass water on my tray, and a woman's eye that led to her other eye. I eventually draw a whole face, that to my surprise, looks pretty good. I'm surprised because I haven't drawn in several years, but I guess it never goes away.

"Your up." I hear Patrick mumnle, as he sits up in the chair.

"Yeah. I got bored, so I got this pad from your brief case thing." I say holding the pad up and pointing to his brief case on the floor.

"Oh, okay." He says in a crusty voice because he had just woken up and his eyes are barely opened, "Did you draw that?"

"Yeah, I got bored. I hadn't drawn in several years, so it's not good." I say looking down at my beautiful masterpiece.

"No, I like it." He says with a smile that makes me laugh.

"Thank you." I chuckle. "So what happened to me?"

"Oh, your stitches came apart, but it looked like you got murdered." He says opening his eyes all the way, "It scared me to death."

"Yeah, I was just talking to Hannah about everything, then I started to bleed where the sun don't shine." I say making myself laugh.

"Oh, yeah, I talked to her. She was pretty concerned so I filled her on how you were doing. Sorry I took your phone, you got blood on it so I wanted to clean it off." He says pulling out my phone, "But I cleaned it up for you."

"Thank you." I say as he hands me my phone, "You didn't screw up my Solitaire game did you?"

"No, I didn't." He says with a laugh, as I look unlock my phone to check the time, 2:34 A.M.

"It's late." I say after several seconds of silence, "Or early however you look at it."

"Yeah, I wanted to be awake when you woke up, but I couldn't stay awake." He says sitting back in his chair. After he says this it's silent for what seems like several minutes but it was probably about thirty seconds.

"I don't know but I couldn't think, when I was bleeding out, I couldn't do anything, I would've and I thought of doing it, I was going to do it but I couldnt." I say twiddling with my thumbs. I don't get a response from Patrick so I look over and notice that he is completely passed out. I smile then continue to draw on the paper pad.