Her POV
"We are you parents sweetie, we raised you," The man says as I look over at the man who saved my life.
He has reddish to light brown hair, blue eyes with a grey sweater on with jeans.
"I'm going to go get the doctor," the lady says as I watch her rush out of the room.
I just look from the older man to the man who saved my life.
"Good afternoon Miss Watson I'm Doctor Elson," He says as he shuts the door.
"I'm going to be outside," The man who saved my life says, standing up.
"Don't go," I say.
"I'll be right outside and will be back in after the doctor leaves,"
He walks out of the door, closing it behind him.
I turn and face the doctor.
"How are you feeling this afternoon?" The Doctor asks.
"I'm a little confused. I don't know this man and woman here," I say as i point to both of them.
"Did you know the man who was in the room?"
"Not really. He was the man who saved my life,"
Tears started to flow down my face as i watch the woman sitting down on the bed, trying to get to me.
"Get off my bed," I shouted as I cry into the covers.
"Annabelle, calm down,"
I just couldn't.
"Get out of my room!!" I yell as I lay back down into my bed and cover my head up.
"Annabelle, are you ok?"
"No go away,"
I then felt someone touch me as I quickly remove them as I say "Go away,"
The man is sitting on my bed.
Looking around I didn't see those people or the doctor.
then I look at the man. He has worry written all over his face as he looks very concern about me.
He moves up on the bed as he wraps his arms around me.
I place my head on his chest as I just begin to cry as he moves his hands on my back, trying to comforting me.
"Everything will be ok, I promise you that," He says as I lift my head up and stare into his eyes.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"I'm Paul," He says.
"Thank you Paul," I say as I lay my head back down onto his chest as he wraps his arm around me again.
"It's not a problem. What made you so made?"
I sigh.
"That doctor and those people. I don't know where I'm at or who anyone is besides you,"
"Let me ask you something. Do you remember the accident?"
"Yes I remember talking to someone then flipping over. After that I remember opening my eyes up and seen you holding me taking me over to somewhere. I don't remember anything before the accident at all. I don't know how I know my own name,"
"That's strange," he says as a knock came at the door.
"Let me go see how is it,"
He gets off the bed and heads for the door.
"Don't let those people into the room," I say as I watch him open the door and two other men came walking into the room.
One is a little taller then the other and didn't look like he was from the US. The other one had scuff on his face.
"Annabelle, these are my teammates Geno and James," he says as he walks back over to the bed and sits in the edge of the bed.
"I'm glad your finally awake. This guy has been to the hospital every day to see you," James says as him and Geno sit on the wall.
I look over at Paul.
"Really?" I ask him.
"Yes, I have been up here every day to check on you,"
"That's sweet," Geno says in a thick accent.
"Yes it is," I say as tears come down my eyes.
"Don't cry," Paul says as he takes his finger and wipes the tears on my face.
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't apologize its ok,"
I wanted to give Paul a hug.
"Paul can you move closer to me?"
He nods his head as he gets right besides me as I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my back.
I stare into his eyes as I place my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you," I say as I look into his eyes again.
"No need to thank me,"
I un wrap my arms from him as he still sits besides me.
"So what are we doing until the game tonight?" James asks.
"what time is it?"
I watch as James looks at his clock.
"2:20 so about 3 hours,"
"Can we stay here until we got to leave?" Paul asks.
"Sure," Geno says as he walks over to sit on the couch as James takes the chair besides the bed.
"What game?" I ask.
I watch as Paul looks over to me.
"The hockey game, I'm a professional hockey player in the NHL," Paul says.
"Ohh, I don't know what that is,"
I watched as he turns the TV on and changes it to a channel.
"This is hockey, this is the Penguins and Rangers game from a few nights ago," Paul says as I look at the TV, watching it.
It's confusing.
"What's the point of it?" I ask.
"To get the black puck into the net. You have 6 players on the ice at a time, 3 forwards, 2 defensemen and a goalie. The 3 forwards are the ones who try to score, the defensemens stay behind and guard the goalies net, so the puck doesn't get pass," Paul says.
"It get passes," James says.
"What position you play?" I ask.
"I play defense while these two play the forward position,"
"I'm Paul Martin and you are watching the Penguins on the Root Sports network,"
I look over at Paul.
"That was you," I say.
"It was, I very rarely see that commercial,"
I laugh a little.
I just spend time with Paul and his teammates until it reached 5:30.
"Well we better head off to the arena. Pleasure meeting you Annabelle," James says as he extends his hand out to me.
"Nice to meet you too James," I say as I shake his hand.
"Nice meet you Anna," Geno says as he comes over and gives me a hug.
"Thank you Geno, you too,"
I watch as James and Geno walk out and shut the door behind them.
I look over at Paul, who is looking at me.
"I'll be back tomorrow" Paul says as he wraps his arms around me as I wrap my around him.
"Can you come back after the game?" I ask as he looks at me.
"I'll have to take to James, he's my ride home,"
"Alright, have a good game," I say as he gets up out of the bed and head over to the door.
"Thanks, see you later," Paul says as he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.
He seems so nice, caring, and loving to me. I can't believe a man like that plays hockey with the other two guys I saw earlier.
Sighing, I just watch the game that was on the TV until the game for tonight came on.
"It's a Hockey Night in Pittsburgh!!!"
It goes to a very dark picture.
I'm in Pittsburgh? where in the world is that at?
I seen the picture light up and two guys came on and talked about the players of the team.
"James Neal is a healthy scratch tonight but is here in the booth with us tonight. How is it James?"
I seen James on the TV.
"Good, just got Paulie worked up for the game,"
"You and Paulie are close huh?"
"Yes we are, I'm actually driving him around everywhere right now,"
I laugh as it went to the rink and the puck got dropped.
I just follow which player has it.
I had no idea who is who in this game at all.
Finishing watching the game, The Penguins won the game so that's good since Paul is on that team. I had no idea who the Flyers team is.
Turning off the TV, I just lay back into my bed as I close my eyes.
His POV
Walking out of the locker room, I head outside and make my way over to the hospital.
James told me I could just go and stay with her tonight since she was out of her coma and all.
Walking into the hospital, I go to the front desk.
"Where too sir?" A man asks.
"Annabelle Watson's room," I say.
"Are you related to her?"
"I'm her boyfriend,"
"Your name?"
"Paul,"
"Alright your name is on the list, here take this. You know where your going correct?"
"Yes sir,"
"Ok,"
I place the sticker on and head into the elevator to get to Annabelle's room.
Arrving on the floor, I head to her room as I lighty knock on the door.
No answer, so I just gently open the door and walk in.
The TV is off and her lights are dim as I walk over to her bed.
She is on her back asleep.
Smiling, I lean down and kiss her on her forehead as I head over to the couch to lay down.
Taking off my shoes, I get on the couch and lay down, facing her bed.
"Night Anna," I say softly before I close my eyes.
"We are you parents sweetie, we raised you," The man says as I look over at the man who saved my life.
He has reddish to light brown hair, blue eyes with a grey sweater on with jeans.
"I'm going to go get the doctor," the lady says as I watch her rush out of the room.
I just look from the older man to the man who saved my life.
"Good afternoon Miss Watson I'm Doctor Elson," He says as he shuts the door.
"I'm going to be outside," The man who saved my life says, standing up.
"Don't go," I say.
"I'll be right outside and will be back in after the doctor leaves,"
He walks out of the door, closing it behind him.
I turn and face the doctor.
"How are you feeling this afternoon?" The Doctor asks.
"I'm a little confused. I don't know this man and woman here," I say as i point to both of them.
"Did you know the man who was in the room?"
"Not really. He was the man who saved my life,"
Tears started to flow down my face as i watch the woman sitting down on the bed, trying to get to me.
"Get off my bed," I shouted as I cry into the covers.
"Annabelle, calm down,"
I just couldn't.
"Get out of my room!!" I yell as I lay back down into my bed and cover my head up.
"Annabelle, are you ok?"
"No go away,"
I then felt someone touch me as I quickly remove them as I say "Go away,"
The man is sitting on my bed.
Looking around I didn't see those people or the doctor.
then I look at the man. He has worry written all over his face as he looks very concern about me.
He moves up on the bed as he wraps his arms around me.
I place my head on his chest as I just begin to cry as he moves his hands on my back, trying to comforting me.
"Everything will be ok, I promise you that," He says as I lift my head up and stare into his eyes.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"I'm Paul," He says.
"Thank you Paul," I say as I lay my head back down onto his chest as he wraps his arm around me again.
"It's not a problem. What made you so made?"
I sigh.
"That doctor and those people. I don't know where I'm at or who anyone is besides you,"
"Let me ask you something. Do you remember the accident?"
"Yes I remember talking to someone then flipping over. After that I remember opening my eyes up and seen you holding me taking me over to somewhere. I don't remember anything before the accident at all. I don't know how I know my own name,"
"That's strange," he says as a knock came at the door.
"Let me go see how is it,"
He gets off the bed and heads for the door.
"Don't let those people into the room," I say as I watch him open the door and two other men came walking into the room.
One is a little taller then the other and didn't look like he was from the US. The other one had scuff on his face.
"Annabelle, these are my teammates Geno and James," he says as he walks back over to the bed and sits in the edge of the bed.
"I'm glad your finally awake. This guy has been to the hospital every day to see you," James says as him and Geno sit on the wall.
I look over at Paul.
"Really?" I ask him.
"Yes, I have been up here every day to check on you,"
"That's sweet," Geno says in a thick accent.
"Yes it is," I say as tears come down my eyes.
"Don't cry," Paul says as he takes his finger and wipes the tears on my face.
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't apologize its ok,"
I wanted to give Paul a hug.
"Paul can you move closer to me?"
He nods his head as he gets right besides me as I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my back.
I stare into his eyes as I place my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you," I say as I look into his eyes again.
"No need to thank me,"
I un wrap my arms from him as he still sits besides me.
"So what are we doing until the game tonight?" James asks.
"what time is it?"
I watch as James looks at his clock.
"2:20 so about 3 hours,"
"Can we stay here until we got to leave?" Paul asks.
"Sure," Geno says as he walks over to sit on the couch as James takes the chair besides the bed.
"What game?" I ask.
I watch as Paul looks over to me.
"The hockey game, I'm a professional hockey player in the NHL," Paul says.
"Ohh, I don't know what that is,"
I watched as he turns the TV on and changes it to a channel.
"This is hockey, this is the Penguins and Rangers game from a few nights ago," Paul says as I look at the TV, watching it.
It's confusing.
"What's the point of it?" I ask.
"To get the black puck into the net. You have 6 players on the ice at a time, 3 forwards, 2 defensemen and a goalie. The 3 forwards are the ones who try to score, the defensemens stay behind and guard the goalies net, so the puck doesn't get pass," Paul says.
"It get passes," James says.
"What position you play?" I ask.
"I play defense while these two play the forward position,"
"I'm Paul Martin and you are watching the Penguins on the Root Sports network,"
I look over at Paul.
"That was you," I say.
"It was, I very rarely see that commercial,"
I laugh a little.
I just spend time with Paul and his teammates until it reached 5:30.
"Well we better head off to the arena. Pleasure meeting you Annabelle," James says as he extends his hand out to me.
"Nice to meet you too James," I say as I shake his hand.
"Nice meet you Anna," Geno says as he comes over and gives me a hug.
"Thank you Geno, you too,"
I watch as James and Geno walk out and shut the door behind them.
I look over at Paul, who is looking at me.
"I'll be back tomorrow" Paul says as he wraps his arms around me as I wrap my around him.
"Can you come back after the game?" I ask as he looks at me.
"I'll have to take to James, he's my ride home,"
"Alright, have a good game," I say as he gets up out of the bed and head over to the door.
"Thanks, see you later," Paul says as he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.
He seems so nice, caring, and loving to me. I can't believe a man like that plays hockey with the other two guys I saw earlier.
Sighing, I just watch the game that was on the TV until the game for tonight came on.
"It's a Hockey Night in Pittsburgh!!!"
It goes to a very dark picture.
I'm in Pittsburgh? where in the world is that at?
I seen the picture light up and two guys came on and talked about the players of the team.
"James Neal is a healthy scratch tonight but is here in the booth with us tonight. How is it James?"
I seen James on the TV.
"Good, just got Paulie worked up for the game,"
"You and Paulie are close huh?"
"Yes we are, I'm actually driving him around everywhere right now,"
I laugh as it went to the rink and the puck got dropped.
I just follow which player has it.
I had no idea who is who in this game at all.
Finishing watching the game, The Penguins won the game so that's good since Paul is on that team. I had no idea who the Flyers team is.
Turning off the TV, I just lay back into my bed as I close my eyes.
His POV
Walking out of the locker room, I head outside and make my way over to the hospital.
James told me I could just go and stay with her tonight since she was out of her coma and all.
Walking into the hospital, I go to the front desk.
"Where too sir?" A man asks.
"Annabelle Watson's room," I say.
"Are you related to her?"
"I'm her boyfriend,"
"Your name?"
"Paul,"
"Alright your name is on the list, here take this. You know where your going correct?"
"Yes sir,"
"Ok,"
I place the sticker on and head into the elevator to get to Annabelle's room.
Arrving on the floor, I head to her room as I lighty knock on the door.
No answer, so I just gently open the door and walk in.
The TV is off and her lights are dim as I walk over to her bed.
She is on her back asleep.
Smiling, I lean down and kiss her on her forehead as I head over to the couch to lay down.
Taking off my shoes, I get on the couch and lay down, facing her bed.
"Night Anna," I say softly before I close my eyes.


