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true, you are fortunate to be alive. The good news is that you will be fine. You will need considerable time and rest.”
    “What happened?” he said. “Where am I?”
    “I was hoping you could tell me.” Dr. Wilson said. “As to where you are, you are in the intensive care unit of Mission General Hospital. My name is Dr. Andrew Wilson.”
    The man blinked and looked at the foreign faces that surrounded him but did not speak.
    “Can you tell me what happened to you?” Dr. Wilson asked.
    The man winced, closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his pillow.
    After a few moments, he swallowed hard, opened his eyes and replied, “Yes… I…”
    Dr. Wilson raised his eyebrows in an expectant manner.
    “I…” the man said. “Well, I don’t remember.”
    “Where were you going before the crash happened?” Dr. Wilson asked.
    “Accident?” The man asked.
    “Yes, you were in a severe car accident. You don’t remember that at all?”
    The man shook his head and said, “No.”
    Dr. Wilson nodded.
    “What is your name, sir?” He asked. “Do you know your name?”
    “No,” the man replied.
    Dr. Wilson wrote on his clipboard.
    As he did the man looked at him and said, “Why don’t I remember anything? Do I have amnesia?”
    Dr. Wilson leaned away from the man and shined the light in his eyes once more.
    “ Doubtful,” he replied. “In cases like this, what sometimes presents as amnesia later winds up being a more routine condition like short term memory loss. The best thing to do is relax and get as much rest as possible over the next couple of weeks.”
    The man nodded.
    “Okay.” He said in a whisper.
    “Sir, as you were coming to, you mentioned another name.” Dr. Wilson said.
    “I did?” He asked.
    “Yes,” Dr. Wilson said. “You said the name, Wyatt. Was that a passenger in your car with you?”
    “I don’t remember.” The man replied. “I don’t have any recollection of someone named Wyatt.”
    “Well,” Dr. Wilson said. “Perhaps that will return to you in time also.”
    The man nodded in the direction of Daniella and Tricia.
    “Who are you?” The stranger asked.
    “These women saved you r life,” Dr. Wilson said. “It could very well be that without their help, you might not have survived. This is Daniella and Tricia.”
    A small smile curled in a corner of the man’s mouth.
    “Thank you both, very much.” He said.
    The women nodded and smiled back at him.
    Within seconds, his eyes fluttered closed and he was unconscious once more.
    Dr. Wilson turned towards Daniella and Tricia and said, “It would be best if you left the room for now so that he can rest.”
    “Okay.” Daniella replied.
    “I’ll walk you out.” The doctor said.
    As they turned to leave, the nurse said, “Oh, Dr. Wilson?”
    “Yes, nurse?” he replied. “What is it?”
    “A name, for the patient,” she said. “All we’ve got at the moment is a John Doe here on his chart.”
    Dr. Wilson cocked his head to one side and looked at the name tattooed on the man’s right shoulder.
    “Let’s go with Jett.” He replied. “With any luck, that might help jog his memory when he comes out of it.”
    A few seconds later, the trio emerged into the hallway.
    “That was pretty crazy.” Tricia said as they exited.
    Dr. Wilson nodded and replied, “In cases such like this, those kinds of episodes are not uncommon. Whenever there is significant trauma to the head, any behavior is possible. This is especially the case when the patient exhibits signs of memory loss.”
    “Still,” Daniella said. “I feel so bad for him. There’s obviously some kind of problem.”
    “Yes,” Dr. Wilson said. “But at this point, there’s very little we can do except give him time to recover.”
    “How long will he be here?” Daniella asked.
    “That all depends on how fast he recovers in the coming hours and days.” He said. “Now is the most critical time by far. But, if all goes well, I estimate h is release