Crossover

Darkness, all I see is darkness.

What's happening? Why is it so dark? I can't feel my hands, my body, I can't see anything but... I can hear faint sounds I can't make out yet. It sounds so far but slowly, it's getting closer. I can hear the noise getting louder with every second passing by.

"Miss Gonzales," I heard faint soft voices.

My eyes... it feels heavy. What's that? What are those loud beeping sounds and... those footsteps are trying to awaken my consciousness, right? I m not entirely sure yet I have a gut feeling about it. I can barely feel my body and my head feels like it's floating in the air.

"Miss Gonzales." Again. I heard them calling an unfamiliar name.

It took a while before I finally managed to open my eyes. I roam my eyes around trying to familiarize myself with the place I'm in-a white small room with monitors, ventilators, and oxygen masks in my nose and mouth. Hospital. I must be in a hospital, I tried to adjust my blurry vision and blinked my eyes multiple times trying to improve my vision. I saw two human figures standing beside me wearing a white uniform with a tray of medicine in their hands.

"Call the doctor," the petite fair-skinned woman who I assumed was a nurse beside me commanded the other curly-haired male nurse standing by the door.

How did I end up here? I forced my eyes shut and tried to recall how I got into this predicament. But all I could feel was my head pounding crazy while I moaned in agony. But still, I tried to remember what exactly happened when a flash of whitebeam blinded me. I felt my heart throbbing loud and fast as I gasp for air when I remembered everything.

I-I'm alive? I survived? Everything else was blurry but I am sure of what led me to this situation... and it's all because of my stupid decision.

"I'm Khryss Zhandee Mocoy. Your attending doctor, you can call me Dra. KZ, Miss Gonzales," a lady-in-white said while offering her hand for a shake, and I presume she is the doctor they were talking about earlier. "How are you feeling now?"

I fixed my gaze on her hands, which were motionless. It took her a bit to realize that I had no intention of accepting her hand. She's slow for a doctor, tsk. She faked a cough and sweetly smiled at me.

"I'm glad you finally woke up. You've been in a coma for two months," she continued looking into my chart. "So, Miss Gonzales I need you to follow this pen just with your eyes, okay?"

As an answer, I nodded. She moved her pen horizontally, and I did what she instructed.

"So, tell me, how are you feeling Miss Gonzales?" she spoke as she jots down some notes in her mini notebook.

"I'm feeling a bit lightheaded but overall, I could say I'm okay..." I trailed off upon a sudden realization. "Wait, I'm sorry but what did you call me again?"

Doctor KZ's brows met as she stared at me, puzzled, then returned her gaze to her record book.

"Miss Gonzales, what's wrong?"

That. That name again. And come to think of it, where is Dad? I started feeling wary of this woman calling herself a doctor. If I were under this confusing circumstance, my father would never leave me. Something doesn't add up here.

"What do you mean Gonzales?"

She remained silent and stared at me for a few moments while I waited for her to respond. What is going on? I could feel my palms sweating and growing cold.

"Can you tell me if you remember what happened to you?" She responded slowly and softly, her gaze fixed on me.

Yes. I had an accident. I'm not sure why she's asking, but I'll answer anyway since I need to hear her responses as well.

"I had an accident," I replied confidently. My heart racing as the night almost died looms over me. "I was driving and almost hit something, and the next thing I knew, I am here being mistaken as 'Miss Gonzales'."

She nodded her head before holding my hand tightly. Why is she acting all touchy now?

"We will be conducting some tests like MRI and CT scans," she said. "But I suspect you might be experiencing post-traumatic amnesia. I understand that this is overwhelming and a big shock to you but we are here to help you."

Amnesia? Is she crazy? Or am I just in a freaking reality show?

"Is this another of Misty's petty pranks?" I looked around looking for some hidden camera or something. "Ha-ha-ha, very funny."

This couldn't be serious! This must be another prank of that naughty older sister of mine who doesn't act like one!

"I'm sorry, Miss Gonzales."

She stared straight into my eyes without faltering. I was lost for words and all I can think of is she was definitely not qualified to be a doctor when she was playing a joke on her very confused patient.

"What? I am not up for some petty jokes with you or with Misty. With all due respect Doctor KZ but you got the wrong person.

My name is Elena, Elena Perez. So, what are these absurdities you are spouting?" I asked her with conviction despite the confusion.

"You may have suffered a brain injury during the incident, Miss Gonzales. It's not uncommon considering the injury which led you to be in a coma for two months but rests assured that I will help you regain your memory," she explained. What an awfully good liar.

She gripped my hand strongly and smiled reassuringly. Why does she insist that I am the Gonzalez that she mentioned when she talked about who she thought I was? I'm aware of who I am! I am Elena Perez.

Elena Perez. That Gonzales she talks about whoever she is and this doctor, is not to be trusted. To treat a patient like this is beyond insane.

"Don't worry, Miss Gonzales. I will help you in retrieving your memories and living a normal life," she responded gently.

I'm not sure what she's talking about, but why does she keep calling me Gonzales? What memories is she referring to?

My memories are still intact! I don't need her to assist me in retrieving my memories! I need her to call her father!

"I will be making regular visits, Miss Gonzales," she stated while opening the door to go out of my room.

I remained silent. I'm literally stuck wondering why they keep calling me Gonzales. I have no relatives that are from the Gonzales bloodline.

"Where's my dad, nurse?" I asked the nurse who was left with me.

I was hoping to see mom. I was hoping she'd turn up and tell me this was all a big misunderstanding. I was hoping deep down that she'd hear the news and come to see me. After being in a coma for two months, I wanted to believe there was a chance she'd come back. I'm still her daughter, and every mother worries, right?

"Apart from your friend, Yummie, who used to regularly visit to check on you, no one has visited you since you were hospitalized, Miss. No relatives or direct family members have either, and according to your records, you live alone," he answered without pausing.

What the hell is happening here? All these unfamiliar names. I looked up at my body which was already very small and losing too much weight. I almost appear ghostly pale. I tried moving but I could barely move my body. I need to know what is happening here. I'm sure they are mistaking me for someone else

"Excuse me but I need to go to the comfort room, nurse," I told the nurse politely.

The nurse assisted me towards the comfort room. I was much weak that I leaned against the door. And as I entered the restroom, I began to evaluate my current situation. I woke with my memories intact, but the doctor believes I have amnesia of some sort. Letting out an exasperated sigh, I combed my hair with my fingers. I only just awakened, but it feels like I've been up for an eternity.

A large rectangular mirror drew my attention. I shut the door and stared blankly in the mirror. And when I recognized what was in the mirror, my eyes widened-

Oval face, small narrow nose, thin pale lips, straight long brown hair, and dark brown eyes; a face unfamiliar to me. Fear gripped me and I couldn't help but scream at the top of my lungs.