Rose Clinton

“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.” -Paulo Coelho

It was a strong black, deeply soulful in the way all absolute things are. It was the sort of black that brought the silent music of the universe so deeply within one's core.

Black.

In the black she could sense herself as a being of love, someone whose soul was a beacon to those seeking safe harbor. She could sense that energy within as a noble force, as something brave and eternal. It was as if in all that black, when all distractions felt away, she was the real her and that "her" was someone far greater and more loveable than she'd ever imagined.

Now as she laid on a soft mattress, blackness was her only companion as laid unconscious. A faint sound of beeping beside her head stood out the most in the room, but one thing still topped, that was the pain.

Throbbing pain in her whole body.

Her head was hurting. She felt a light weight on her arm and leg along with her head. The only thing that felt free was her waist, but that too hurt. The whole scenario of pain was filled with burning and itching. She wanted to open her eyes and move out of this damn darkness, shout until her throat hurts, but she couldn't.

Instead of focusing on her whole body, she focused on her fingers and tried to move them, successfully. After that little victory, she focused her energy on peeling her gorgeous eyes open.

When she tried and opened her eyes, the intensity of light made her groan as she squinted her eyes shut and an intensified pain shot through her skill.

The beeping sound became a little more hearable as she again tried and peeled her eyes open. The room was lit in the small yellow lights.

Looking at her surroundings, her mind processed the information and she realized that she was in a hospital, but why?

Trying to ponder over the thought to know the possible reason behind her being hospitalized, but no, instead of getting answers, she received throbbing pain in her skull. Slowly, bock dots appeared in her vision as she closed her eyes and gave in to the darkness, again.

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Hours later, she could hear someone whispering beside her. Absent-mindedly, she shook her head and groaned softly, opening her eyes in the process. By now the room was completely covered in the white light. Looking at the walls, she saw them being painted in white and peach color.

Wandering her eyes around the room, she found the room big enough to accommodate more than one patient. A TV was hung on the wall in front of her, when she looked down, she found herself being dressed in an olive hospital gown as a red blanket was draped around her.

She noticed two figures standing beside her, there was a lady who was dressed as a doctor and the other one was a guy. He was dressed in a white t-shirt that hugged his muscular build, paired with denims. He had curly browns, with grey eyes. Both were engrossed in an important talk, to attract their attention, she tried to cough.

The lady doctor immediately diverted her direction towards the patient with a surprised as well as relief look on her face.

"Jesus, you're awake." The doctor exclaimed, whereas the stranger guy walked around the bed and filled a glass of water, as he then walked towards her and bought the glass near her lips.

In the beginning she hesitated, but then again, her throat started to itch as she gulped the entire content in one go. The guy chuckled, saying, "Slow down there, you don't want to hurt yourself."

He pulled the glass away and she looked at him intriguingly, the looks on his face indicated that he might have known her, but why couldn't she recognize him.

"What happened?" She asked in a raspy voice.

Frowning, the lady doctor asked, "You don't remember?" Then she looked at the guy who looked equally stressed, as the doctor continued, "What's the last thing you remember Miss...?" Her voice trailed off to fill her in.

She opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out, she couldn't remember anything, not even her name.

The more she tried to remember herself, a throbbing pain stroked her brain. The beeping and all the other sounds added to her pain.

"Miss, it's fine. I want you to take deep breaths and calm down." The lady doctor suggested and took deep breaths asking her to do the same. After a few moments, she calmed down, so was her pain.

"We need to do some checkups, meanwhile don't stress yourself, it's harmful for you as well as your baby."

If she was not shocked enough, she was now.

What the hell?

Baby?! Who was the father? Was I married? Who the hell am I?

"Baby?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"Yes, you're eight weeks pregnant. You were in a car accident, been unconscious for three months. And this gentleman brought you here, visiting you since last month when you were brought here without any break. Somehow or something protected your baby before the accident and that's a miracle." The lady doctor smiled, "I'll leave you two for now, please rest and don't stress." The doctor took the files and left.

The guy escorted the doctor until the door as he then walked back and sat beside her on the visitor's stool. "Hey, I'm Aiden Wellesley." The guy greeted me.

"Do you know who I am?" She asked.

"Ah no. If I did, you might have your family here." He scratched his neck, and his nervousness made her smile.

"Where did you find me?" She asked hopefully.

"New York, but I shifted you from there to Hawaii. I work here, and I've to take care of you. So…" he explained.

"Thank you, Aiden, I wish I remembered something." She said, sadly.

"Hey, it's fine. You can start your new life here until you remember anything, at least for the life growing inside you." Aiden said, looking at her stomach.

She nodded as to lighten the mood Aiden suggested, "We should think of a name for you."

The girl again nodded as Aiden suddenly remembered something and said, "Before that I want to give you this. It was the only thing I can save besides you from that accident." He pulled out a necklace from his pocket.

The necklace was simple yet beautiful.

It was a small rose pendant, with small diamonds covering it. "It's beautiful." She said, touching the pendant.

Aiden looked in deep thought and suddenly exclaimed, "Hey we can name you Rose; someone might have given you the necklace based on your name." He smiled like he had just solved a mystery.

She thought about it and the name sounded pretty good, hence she agreed. She smiled at him in a confirmation.

"And last name?" He mumbled to himself.

"How about Clinton?" Her eyes landed on the newspaper, there was an article on Bill Clinton's impeachment.

Aiden's smile widened as he said, "Perfect, that's settled then."

"Rose Clinton." She tasted her new name and thought of her new life's journey.