~SEQUEL TO DEATH IN THE FAMILY~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bones, and I am not affiliated with Fox in any way, despite how much I wish I was.
The lights were bright...too bright, causing her eyes to slam back shut and her other senses to dominate. An overwhelming smell of chemicals tickled at her nostrils. She felt confined, claustrophobic. A loud, steady beeping noise was intensifying the pain in her head. She was cold, and her entire body ached. Panic began to set in and she threw open her eyes to assess her surroundings.
The fluorescent lights burned her eyes, but she forced them to remain open. She was in a white room, connected to a bunch of machines. The beeping noise made began to make sense: a hospital. Despite being covered by a blanket, the cold air caused her to shiver violently. She tried to move to pull up the blanket, but found that her movement was restricted. A sharp pain shot up her right side, causing her to scream in agony.
Hearing the noise, a nurse ran into the room to check on her. "Glad to see that your beautiful hazel eyes have decided to grace us with their presence, hun."
She merely forced a smile at the nurse. The nurse was in her 40's. She was a short, stout black woman who oozed charm. She was one of those friendly and sweet family women. The motherly kind that made everyone feel special.
"You appear to be doing much better," the nurse said to her strawberry blonde haired patient. "We thought we were going to lose you there for a while. Didn't look good for you, no it didn't."
She remained silent, intently watching the nurse check her injuries.
"My name is Maggie, darlin'," the nurse said. "What's yours?"
She didn't answer.
"Honey, we got some police officers here that would like to question you, whenever you're up for it," Maggie said, lightly trying to make conversation. "You were out for about a week and a half, hun. We weren't sure you were ever going to wake up. Here, let me go get the doctor. I'm sure he'll want to come check up on you and talk to you about your prognosis."
She merely nodded and watched as Maggie walked out of the room. A few minutes later, Maggie walked back in with a man, presumably the doctor.
"Hello there," the man said. "I'm Dr. Auge. Care to tell me what your name is?"
Again, she didn't answer. She remained silent as she studied the doctor.
Maggie walked up next to the bed and set some beautiful yellow flowers onto the bedside table, then nodded her head toward them. "Yellow Troutlily. Rare in these parts of the country, but they do grow naturally."
She smiled at the nurse.
Maggie smiled back and placed her hand on her patient's arm. "Honey, do you remember your name?"
She shook her head. No, she didn't remember her name. She watched as the doctor made a note in the file he was holding.
"That's alright, honey," Maggie said. "I'll just call you Rosemary for now."
She threw a questioning glance at Maggie.
"Rosemary is an herb known for improving memory," Maggie explained. "It seems fitting."
"Hamlet," she said, the first word she uttered since coming to.
"What was that, hun?" Maggie asked.
"It's Shakespeare," she answered. "In his play, Hamlet, Ophelia has a line about rosemary. She says, 'There's rosemary, that's for remembrance'."
"Very intelligent," Maggie mused.
"I like the name Rosemary," she admitted and smiled sheepishly at Maggie.
"Then, Rosemary it is," the doctor smiled. "Now, since you can't remember your name, can you tell me what you do remember?"
Rosemary sat in silence, trying to think back. Nothing was coming to her. She shook her head.
"That's okay, hun," Maggie assured her. "We'll work on that."
"What happened to me?" Rosemary asked.
"All we know is that you were found on the side of the road by a passing truck driver," the doctor began to explain. "You were unconscious, barely breathing. You had a collapsed lung from a stab wound. You also had quite a few broken ribs, one of them perforated the same lung that was injured from the stab wound. Your stomach was pretty cut up, but it was healing. Wounds weren't too deep, but they were infected."
Rosemary was silent, processing all of this information. Then she said something the doctor wasn't expecting. "I'd like to take a look at my x-rays."
The doctor couldn't hide his surprise. He pulled out an x-ray from the file and handed it to her.
She took it from him and held it up to the light. "The right 6th, 7th, and 10th ribs are all broken? And the left 5th and 6th ribs as well."
"Very good," the doctor commended, unable to hide his amazement. "You're very intelligent for a young lady of your age. You barely look old enough to be out of high school."
"Thank you," Rosemary replied. "Can I see the x-ray of my ankle?"
Dr. Auge handed it to her.
"A trimalleolar fracture?" Rosemary asked. "I presume you surgically fixed it?"
"Yes we did," the doctor said. "Cast must stay on for a least 2 months. You're not allowed to walk on it for at least 6 weeks. No pressure on it at all."
Rosemary nodded her head. "Is there anything else?"
"Yes," Dr. Auge admitted. "When you were found on the side of the road, you were completely naked. We performed a rape kit-"
"And it came back positive," Rosemary finished. She knew it would. She may not have any memories, but that was something you just knew. You couldn't get rid of that feeling. She saw Maggie wipe a tear from her eye.
The doctor nodded sadly. "Local police would like to question you about your attack when you're ready. I know you can't remember, but it's just a formality."
"I understand," Rosemary agreed.
The doctor started to walk out the door, with Maggie close behind.
Rosemary needed just one more question answered. "Can I ask you a question?"
Maggie and Dr. Auge stopped walking.
"Sure thing, hun," Maggie replied.
"Where am I?"
The doctor smiled sadly. "King's Daughters Medical Center."
"And where is that, exactly?" Rosemary questioned. She had detected a southern accent in both her nurse and doctor, and she was quite certain that she didn't belong wherever she was.
"Ashland," Maggie answered. Upon seeing Rosemary's questioning stare, she elaborated. "It's in eastern Kentucky, honey."
AN: Well, there it is. The first four chapters are written. Let me know if y'all would like this story to continue...