Little by little she relaxed from the sedative and fell limp to my arms.

I held her while she was fighting the sedative.

"No you don’t understand…" she said in a sleepy voice her eyes were little slits by now.

"Yes I do… now let me help you. You are safe here sweetie. Can you tell me your name?"

She didn’t answer just kept fighting against the tiredness. She failed, needless to say. I called Marry and told her what tests I wanted done. And then again, the nameless girl was on the bed rolling away.

All day long I thought about that girl. What could passably have happened to her? How am I going to handle this case? There was something about her I can’t really tell what it was. She was just so… innocent… scared, of something or someone and all I knew is I have to help her. So I finished my day thinking that she should wake up soon and that I don’t want her to be alone. So I found myself heading to her room.

When I was inside that white room I knew so well I saw her, still asleep. Tied to the bad with leather straps. She looked like an angel I walked slowly to her bed and was hovering over her.

"Beautiful…" I said out loud not knowing so.

Suddenly I saw her face twitching. She was having a bad dream or something. I reached my hand to stroke her hair, try to calm her. The moment my hand touched her, her eyes snapped open and she screamed

"NO! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!!"   

"Shhh… It’s O.K… it’s just me…"

She looked at me then around, trying to find out where she was

"You’re in a hospital. My name is Dr Davies and I’m your doctor" she didn’t seem to hear me so I asked: "can you understand me?"

She just looked at me. Her eyes… not saying the words because she knew she’s not getting out of this that easily. And then quietly and innocently she asked

"Can you let me go now?" her eyes burning a hole in my scalp.

"No I’m sorry I can’t yet… can you tell me your name?"