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"Do you remember what happened before you went into a comatose state?" The girl shakes her head. Her long, blonde hair kept swaying and cascading along her white, beautiful face.

The young doctor notices it. He was amaze by her beauty. He proceeded to the next question.

"Do you know the people who was in this room a while ago?" The girl looked at him. Her eyes were full of wonder. She closed her eyes. Trying to remember. She groaned in pain. She screamed no.

"I can't remember. I don't know them!" She said. Taking her hands to her head lightly bowing.

The young doctor cleared his throat.

"Do you know who you are?" She looked instant to him. Pity, that's what the doctor fell for her. She was, a hermaphrodite. Indeed, her bio data is in his hands. He was playing mind games to her for recovery.

Silence filled the room.

Only the sound of the air con is been heard.

"I... don't know." She replied shortly.

"Are you sure you don't know who you really are?" She lightly nodded. She pulled the quilt to her body.

"Last question, are you a girl or a boy?"

She pulled a puzzled face.

"Girl." She stated.

The doctor gulped.

'She didn't know it yet'

"Okay, Julian is your name. Julian Mitchell." He said. "I am Dr. Maldives. Nice to meet you. Sorry if I introduce myself late." He pulled his hand. She lightly shook it with grace and pulled away.

"Julian?"

"Yes. You are already 18. You have one sibling. She was on the stairs. Should I call her?" The doctor suggested. But she shake her head again. She cannot see the reason why she was putted on this situation.

"I guess I should leave now, Ms. Mitchell." Dr. Maldives went outside and leave Julian thinking.

'There are many cobwebs in the ceiling. I wonder if they do clean it.' I thought.

"Julian! Here. I bought some rice porridge for you!" I smile weakly to Jillian. She was a nice girl. But in my own self, she was bad and I don't know why? Maybe its just my imagination.

"Thank you." I pulled myself up to the sitting position and I gathered the spoon. I blew the spoon with rice porridge. Its really hot.

"The doctor said you need to eat soft foods for one week. They will let you out as soon as possible if you undergo a few days of the therapy." I nodded. Concentrated on the food.

'I haven't been eat a normal food for months! This is delicious!' I thought. My taste buds were sensing every rice I ate.

"You cooked this one?" I asked her. She nodded.

"My mom taught me how to cook rice porridge. My sister got ill when I was a little. She was only two and I was eight. My mom was busy for her workloads as well as dad. But she died after two months due to her illness." I looked at her. Sympathy for her. Awkward silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry." I apologized. She just lowered her head.

"No, its okay no biggie." She smiled at me. She gracefully sat in one of the mono bloc chair in the right corner and she looked at me carefully.