7 Not so alone

He walked to the door and grabbed a bag with a bow on top. "Here" He said. "You cant leave the hospital like this. I already aranged your papers and everything, you should  be fine with all the information I've provided." he was about to turn around and leave, but at that moment I realized he was my only connected person to Hannah.

"U'UM-" I stuttered out loud, almost yelling. "I um-" "Yes?" He stopped in his tracks, looked at me with his eyebrows knitted, and giving me full attention. I didn't like it, the attention, I crumpled up and covered myself up to my chest.

"I dont- I don't remember anything." I stuttered, crumbling the sheets. "What do you mean Amy?" He asked with concern, "Is it amnesia?" He continued. "No," I answered quietly, "I know who I am" We looked at eachother, until breaking the silence he said; "So who are you?" He asked, his voice cold, distant, scary, making me not want to talk. His cold stare made me want to cry. This man had been kind to me, and now, he treats me like trash. What an ass.

I shook the feeling of sadness and lifted the blankets off me. All that courage gathered  for nothing. I was right. Humans are idiots. I ripped the bow off the bag and tied up my hair. "Who are you?!" He yelled after me, once I got off the bed and tried to start running.

But my legs got week, and I fell, face first.

"I'm sorry." He sighed, as he lifted me up.  I still didn't meet his eyes. I felt pure hatred, and my emotions were mixed. He sat me on the bed, and kneeled in front of me with the most of unexplainable looks he could give.

"Then if not Amy, may I ask who you are?" This time, it was a soft tone. And I couldn't help but give in and respond. "My name is Nieve." I murmured, still influenced by anger. "Anything else? Last name?" He asked, this time intrigued, leaning forward and yet again, looking at me over his glasses.

"Legally, no, I don't have a last name." I told him with a mental hesitation. "I'm technically 78 years old. But in human years I am technically 15." I shrugged. "Shit's crazy right now for me too."

He stared at me in disbelief. I looked down, I felt tripped by my own  words.

"Go shower" He said as he stood up and walked towards a chair next to the door. "you're out of here in 30" He sat on the chair and rested his arm on the arm of the chair. His hand on his chin as he stared at the clock on the wall.

"So, I'm on my own?" I asked. "No" He responded, looking at his phone. "You're  leaving with me."