“Rick, stop messing about, please!” I squealed.
He continued to tickle her from the driver’s seat, “What, what’s that Ann?”
“Stop it, you need to focus on the road.”
“Relax Ann, we’ll make Jose’s FIFA-14 party. We’ll be there any-”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Ahhhh,” she yelled as she shot up in bed.
She twisted about in the sheets, anxiously trying to get her bearings. Tubes were taped to her face and as Ann started to claw at them as a woman in scrubs rushed into the room. The nurse quickly called for backup and once there were three of them on her, they were able to subdue the patient. Moments later a doctor came in and began to examine her.
“Miss, can you tell me your name?” The doctor asked.
“Good, and the date?”
“2014,” she finished.
Silence filled the room. They had expected her to get the dates wrong. Not that wrong though. She should have tried a past date, not a future one.
“What year is it again?”
“What is the last thing you remember?”
“Arguing with Rick. We were driving over to my co-worker’s house to watch the World Cup. He’s Argentinian and was so excited about them being in the final. He invited a bunch of us over for the match. Rick was messing around, not focused on the road. He didn’t notice the car that blew the red light until it was too late.”
“Ann, that’s not quite right. There was a car accident, but your father-”
“My father? What does he have to do with anything?”
“Your father, Rick? Rick Armstrong?”
“My dad ‘s name is Richard.”
“No, it was Rick.”
“That’s what we’re getting to. He was the one that missed the traffic signal. He want through the intersection and was struck by a truck. You, being so little, were in the back seat. Although you didn’t leave the accident unscathed, you did leave alive. That was 30 years ago. You were four at the time, do you not remember any of this?”
“What are you talking about, I’m not four years old, I’m right smack dab in the middle of my thirties.”
“Well that is certainly true. Ann, it’s 1984, not 2014.”
“Doctor, I don’t really understand what your game is here, but I don’t think it is in good taste to confuse trauma patients,” she seethed.
“I agree, which is why I am not joking. Nurse Brown, could you fetch Doctor Angleman?”
“Right away Doctor,” she replied before slipping out of the room.
“Ann?” The Doctor tried again.
“What?” she snapped.
“I know you’re confused right now, but it really is 1984. You’ve been a patient here for the last 30 years. You’ve been here longer than most of the people surrounding you. Heck, I was just a resident when you first came in.”
“As much as I appreciate the trip down memory lane for you, Doctor, you’re wrong. I’m here because some guy missed the light and my fiancé Rick was too distracted to stop in time.”
“Yes, fiancé!” She yelled, gesturing to her hand, then she noticed, her ring was gone.
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Prompt: You wake up in a hospital bed to a nurse telling you that you have been in a coma for 30 years. Rather than it being the year 2044 as you would expect it to be, it is the year 1984.