The romantic sooky sooky story PART4

here we go:

"Tomorrow, hopefully she'll wake up and we can get to the bottom of this."

Before he left, he gave all his contact information to the nurse and left the hospital.

He slowly rode home, a small drizzle of snow littering the atmosphere.  He entered his studio apartment, and threw himself on his old couch, his hand over his eyes. "What a night," he said to himself.

He rubbed his hazel eyes with his thumb and index finger while he stood to remove his clothes. He ran his hand through his chestnut hair and sighed. He removed his leather jacket, slipped out of his faded jeans and t-shirt, as well as his leather boots and made his way to his small bathroom. He turned the shot water on waiting 1 minute for the water to heat up. He steeped in the and warm water felt like heaven on his cold skin.

He bagan to think of the mysterious girl he picked up off the street. 'She called me...'Otets', I wonder what that means?' He poured his shampoo in the palm of his hand and began to lather his hair, as well as his body, down his toned torso, strong calves and toned biceps.

He slipped a towel on and dried his body properly before putting a pair of beige socks, a white t-shirt and boxers, and slipped silently into bed.

His mind went back to the girl he found on the road, "I wonder what'll happen tomorrow, IF she's awake by then." He sighed, turned on his side on his queen sized mattress, and feel asleep quickly, think of the girl with he wavy black hair and blue eyes.

She tossed and turned in her gurney, almost ripping the I.V. out of her arm as the nightmares haunted her. An old man she called 'Otets'. She had no idea how she even knew what the word meant, or why this man was hugging her, but she felt warm and loved. Who was he? Why was his face so familiar? Then she saw the woman with the platinum blond hair and hateful eyes, just staring at her with distaste, and a man beside her with a darker shade of blond hair, licking his lips as her gave her a once over. Why did she feel resentment and discomfort in front of them? She felt angry and confused, but had no idea why. Who was she? Where was she from? Were these people her family? Her enemies?

Then her memories began to slowly flow into her dreams. She saw a woman, her skin a dark tan, her hair long wavy and black, deep brown eyes, a button nose and full brown lips that always held a smile. She was holding a young girl, about 3 or 4, who was napping on her bosom. This memory made her feel an unknown content that confused her to no end.

She slept through the night, bits and pieces of her memory being played on the screen in her mind until the sun rose.