Novels by Author T M Pigatt

I’m sitting on the bench, wondering what is taking so long. I rock back and forth to keep myself calm. After some time, the officer I was talking to earlier comes toward me. I see he has a blanket in his hand.“Sorry, it took me so long. It’s hard to find a blanket in this place.” He tells me as he drapes the blanket across my shoulders. I wrap the blanket tightly around me.“So, you want to tell me your story?”“What do you mean?”“I mean, you come in here and say you have no memory of who you are and that you need help. Shouldn’t you be in a hospital?”“I was in a hospital.”“And what happened?”“They released me.”“They released you without a social worker.”“I had one.”“And?”“I didn’t trust him.”“Why is that?”“What’s with the twenty questions?”“That’s what cops do. We ask questions. Did this social worker do something to make you feel uneasy?”“No.”“Did he do something to make you feel like you couldn’t trust him?”“Not really.”“Then why run away?”“I don’t know. It’s hard

I walk into Tanya’s room to find it empty. “Tanya,” I call out as I search her room. I make my way to her bathroom to check. I knock on the closed door, but there is no answer. I push the door open to find the room empty as well. Panic fills me, so I rush over to her bed and press the nurse’s button on the side of the bed.“Hello.”“Hello, this is Dr. Clark, and I need the nurse that’s tending to this room to come here. ASAP.”“Yes, sir.”A few seconds later, Maybell comes running in. “How may I help you, Dr. Clark?”“Look around and tell me what is missing.”She looks around. “I don’t understand.”“You don’t understand, so how about I spell it out for you. The patient who was in this room isn’t here.”“She was just here a little while ago.”“Has anyone taken her out for any tests?”“No, sir.“So, you mean to tell me that a woman with amnesia was able to walk out of her room and pass the nurses’ station without anyone noticing. What the hell were you guys doing? Gossiping again about

Before I knew it, it was time for me to be discharged from the hospital. One of the nurses who has been with me since I woke up, named Maybell, enters my room. “Good morning, dear.”“Good morning, Maybell.”“How are we?”“I don’t know. I think I would be doing well if I could remember who I am.”“I know it must be difficult for you, but you can’t rush things. Things happen in their own time. In the meantime, here are some clothes for you to wear.” Maybell hands me a stack of clothes while informing me. I take them and place one of the articles of clothing on my bed. I unfold the clothing and find that it is a plain black t-shirt. I place the shirt on the bed and lift the pants off. I unfold them and inspect them. They are a pair of ash-washed blue jeans.“Are they okay?”I shrug my shoulders. “I guess. They look comfortable, and I think I like them comfortable. Are they mine?”“No, honey.”“You don’t have any clothes from when I was brought in?”Maybell sits on the edge of my bed at t

I’m sitting in my hospital bed, eating dinner, when my room door opens. In walks the handsome Dr. Clark. A thrill runs through my body every time I lay eyes on him, or at least that’s what I think. This is the second time I have seen him. I haven’t seen him for a week now.Dr. Clark walks his fine self over to the right side of my bed. I look up at him as I push my tray of food away.“How are you, Tanya?” Dr. Clark asks me as he pulls a chair next to me.I pause for a second and mull over what Dr. Clark said. The fact that he called me Tanya makes me pause. I stop and run the name through my mind repeatedly. Then I turn to the doctor and look at him. “I’m fine, doctor. I’m learning some things about myself. Like the fact that I hate peas.”“Most people do.”“I guess, but what I haven’t learned is my name, and you just called me Tanya. Is that my name?”Dr. Clark’s eyes enlarge as if in shock. “We don’t know. You had nothing with your name on it when you came in.”“How is that possible

We all file out of Tanya’s room, and I stop the other doctors in the hallway. I pull Dr. Ward by the shoulders. “What were you doing in there?”“What are you talking about?”“Why didn’t we tell her what we knew about her family?”“You know, as a neurologist, that until we know why she doesn’t remember who she is, we could do more damage by telling her things.”“I understand, but do you think it’s wise to make her feel bad about having no family? Do you think you, of all people, should make that decision?"“If she remembers, then that’s great, but until then we shouldn’t tell her anything. We don’t want to plant false memories. If you stop and think about it, you know I'm right."“I hate to say it, but I agree with Chance, Bryce. I know you see things differently, but think like a doctor. You know it’s best for her to remember things on her own. Especially with the tragedy attached to what happened to her.” Dr. Richmond states.“Fine, but I will do everything I can to help her," I stat

While Dr. Richmond leaves to call my other doctors, the nurse unplugs me from some of the machines. I am now able to roam the room freely with little help from the nurses. I take a shower while sitting on the shower bench in the doctor’s absence.Once I showered and dressed, two new doctors came in with Dr. Richmond. I sit up in the bed as they move closer to me. Dr. Richmond stands forward. “This is Dr. Ward.” Dr. Richmond explains as he points to a tall, older, grey-haired man in a lab coat.I nod my head in acknowledgment.“Dr. Ward is your neurologist. He brought along a colleague who has studied your case.”The doctor behind Dr. Ward steps forward and extends his hand to me. I look at it for a second and then take it into mine to shake it. The seconds our fingers touch I feel a spark. I look up at the doctor to see if he feels it too, but I can’t tell whether he does or not. He is looking at me strangely.“I am Dr. Clark. By any chance does that ring a bell?”“No, should it?”“No