She couldn’t remember how she got here but it was obvious where she was. Even if she weren’t lying in bed with a tube attached to her arm, the smell of medicine and disinfectant and flashing devices wouldn't leave her in doubt.


She looked around the hospital room and saw a button on the wall next to her head. She instinctively reached out to it and pressed. It seemed like an eternity before the door opened and a nurse entered the room. The first person to answer her questions. Was she dying? Did she have an accident? No, surely it wasn’t the case as her body and face, as she could touch it, did not seem hurt. How on earth did she get here and why?


“Buenas tardes,” said the nurse with a gentle smile on her face.

Of course, this is what she remembered. Spain has been her home for the past few years. Although her ability to communicate was still a bit limited, she understood everything important. And she knew how to ask what she needed. For instance, how she got here.


“Buenas tardes,” she said softly and slowly.

“How do you feel?” said the nurse, checked the tube and glanced at one of the devices.

“Confused. Otherwise, I think I'm fine. Or not? Why am I here?”

“Relax. The doctor will be here in a moment.”


That was everything the nurse said before she left the room, leaving her with her own dramatic thoughts and the unanswered question. Why is she here? Tears were streaming down her face. Her brain must have remembered more than it wanted to reveal, and only through tears did it indicate her sadness.


She fell asleep again and did not see the doctor until he stood above the bed touching her arm softly. He was one of these handsome Catalan or Spanish men with very dark piercing eyes and a firm, yet kind smile.


“I am Doctor Jordi Martinez. Do you know your name?”

“Of course. Angelika.”

“Well done, Angelika. Do you also know your surname?”

Angelika stared at the doctor and more streams of tears ran down her face before she answered: “I married and divorced. I am not sure if I kept his name Hoggett. I think I did.”

“This is ok, do not worry. By the way, you speak good Spanish. How long have you been here? “

“I am not sure. A few years, I think. But can you please tell me why I am in this hospital? How did I get here?”

“Don’t you remember?” the doctor asked slowly, but without much surprise. She didn't answer with words, only a desperate look spoke for her.

“You passed out on the street and an ambulance brought you in. You will stay overnight, just to make sure everything is ok, and you can go home tomorrow,” he said softly and smiled at her. Then he added as if he had forgotten something important: “By the way, someone is waiting for you outside. Shall I let him in? He may give you more answers.” Angelika nodded confusedly.


Before the stranger entered the hospital room, she tried to piece together the last memories.