Wandering

Adam lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. With the overhead light off, the room felt cooler, he felt calmer.

Having been unconscious, he felt anxious about closing his eyes, yet he was overwhelmingly tired.

Sarah had told him that anything might be a symptom, and to let her know if he felt strange in any way - but this tiredness seemed entirely natural to him. It was just his wariness of that too-recent darkness that made him fight against it.

No, he thought. He wouldn't bother her with this.

Again he struggled to remember what had brought him here. Again, he could come up with no explanation.

He'd read that people who have accidents often can't remember what led up to them. Was it the mind's way of being kind, he'd wondered. But then he'd also heard that it was something to do with how memories get stored in the brain ... what did anyone really know anyway? It was just like...

And with that half-thought, his eyes closed.



Part Two begins here.