Watching Jac place the crutches at her bedside she assumed it was so she could get up and use the bathroom or go for a little walk, it was nice to have the option of a little freedom especially as she assumed she was stuck here as no family had come to collect her. “I’ve put some medication on your bedside, painkillers for if things get too rough. Your recovery looks great and hopefully someone comes to collect you as you’re free to go. We just don’t want to release you with no memories unless we know someone is there for you.” Jac smiled once more as she placed the dirty bandages in the waste bin along with her rubber gloves. “I’ll be along later; we’ve got something we would like to try for your memory.” Leaving the room once more Jac went about her daily duties. 

Sighing to herself Iris winced as she moved off the bed, reaching for the crutches to help her walk. [color=f49ac2][i]This is going to test my strength.[/i][/color] Feeling her arms tremble at her weight she adjusted how she would walk and then made her way towards the bathroom that was attached to her hospital room. She wished she had some other form of clothes to wear, using the sink she washed her face to freshen up. It was strange how just a quick wash made her feel human, made her feel normal if that’s what she could even call it. Looking at herself in the mirror it was strange seeing the reflection back, it was like she didn’t know who she was anymore. Shaking her head, she moved back into the room getting used to walking around with crutches, it seemed alright, but she doubted she’d be able to go long distances. 

Six hours had passed, and Iris had spent the time walking around in her room finding it easier each time she tried. She had sat with Jac who went through questions, flash cards and other things trying to spark any memories, but it was no use. Nothing had sparked which was frustrating, but what made it worse was the fact no one had called for her. No family had come, and she couldn’t help but fixate on that snippet of memory of her mother from last night. Why had her mother not come for her? She definitely had one and her flash of memory had confirmed that fact. What if they didn’t know she was missing? Did she live alone? Were her parents even alive? All these thoughts circulated through her mind over the hours she spent in the hospital. 

[color=f49ac2][i]I don’t want to be here[/i][/color]

Looking at the clock on the wall she felt that time was dragging, resting her hand on her forehand before she moved once more from the bed. Using the crutches once more she hobbled over to the bathroom ensuring that she didn’t place too much weight on the injured leg. Using the sink to help keep herself upright she watched her reflection once more in the mirror, eyes looking at the stranger in the mirror. Reaching up to the mirror her fingers touched the reflection, she could see herself. Blonde hair, blue eyes. The bandages from her head were no longer there but she could see were the wound had been. It looked a lot cleaner which showed it was healing. At the same time however she didn’t feel it was her true reflection. 

Hand curled into a fist on the mirror as she continued to stare, biting her lip she could feel the rush of anger. The outrage that this had happened. This was no one’s fault so she had no one blame, who could she be angry with? Without even thinking she smashed her fist against the mirror, shattering the glass beneath her skin, the sound of glass clattering against the sink and the floor broke her from her trance and she had realised what she had done. 

[color=f49ac2]“Ah… crap.”[/color] Grimacing as she looked at the mess she had caused. Looking at her hand it was a miracle she hadn’t broken the skin, frowning as she looked around knowing that she needed to clean it up. [color=f49ac2]“Ah… how will I explain this… I just vandalised property. I’m going to be in so much trouble! How can I even pay for this…”[/color] Rambling to herself as she looked at the mess on the floor she had been the cause of.