and Disorientation

James awoke in a hospital bed with the worst headache of his life. He looked around the ward and saw the majority of the beds were empty which confused him. He heard that hospitals were full to bursting these days.

Not long after he awoke, a beautiful doctor with long, auburn hair approached him holding a clipboard.

"Hello, James. My name is Doctor Ryan. How are you feeling?" she smiled warmly.

"My head is killing," he muttered.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she frowned, taking his hand.

James looked at their hands together, and back at the doctor.

Do I have a shot here? He thought to himself. I mean technically, I still have a girlfriend, but we were about to break up right?

His thought process was interrupted by her continuing on.

"We have given you some medication but obviously it's not enough. We'll make sure to up it if necessary. I just need to assess you to see if you've had any severe head trauma. Am I okay to ask you a couple of questions?"

"Go ahead," he said, trying to play it cool.

"Alright then, well first of all, do you know what the date is today?"

"It was a Thursday but I'm always terrible at remembering the date. I know it's May the somethingth?"

"Close enough," she smiled, making a note on her pad. "Do you happen to remember what happened?"

"Um yes, my girlfriend and I were having an argument, and then there was this weird earthquake and I hit the ground and banged my head."

Doctor Ryan looked a little confused. "An earthquake, you say? Okay, interesting. And can you tell me your name?"

"James Emberton."

"That is correct, thank goodness for that!" she smiled.

She asked a few more questions before confirming that he seemed to be of sound mind, so that he should be able to go home with some pain relief.

"Do you have someone who can collect you?"

"Is Natasha not still around?" he asked.

"Oh! Sorry yes, we wouldn't let her onto the ward, so she decided to head home. She told us to tell you to call her when you're awake."

Great. He thought. She couldn't even give you the good grace to stick around.

After a few moments of silence, Doctor Ryan continued.

"So, do you have a lift?"

"No but it's fine, I'll phone for a taxi."

"Alright then, well take this prescription for pain relief, and that should reduce the headaches and if you need anything else, please give me a call."

She smiles handing James her card.

Doctor Amanda Ryan. He read. Interesting.

"Thanks, doc. I'll be sure to do that."

"Alright then, oh! And please refrain from having sex for at least a few hours! Trust me, you'll regret it if you do," she winks before heading out.

...well that was a strange way to end things.

Clothes returned, fully clothed, James headed out. The sun seemed extra bright so he popped his hood up and put on his headphones. No music but it blocked out the ambient sounds nicely. Not long later he sat in a taxi, heading home. The driver seemed to be watching something which sounded an awful lot like grunting or moaning or...no it can't be! Must be the headache that's making things sound weird. He didn’t understand popular music these days anyway!

As the car pulled up, James caught sight of the taxi-driver's phone that sat on the front passenger seat. It turned out his initial thoughts were accurate! On his phone was porn playing loudly, as clear as day. As James spotted it, his face full of confusion, the driver looked back at him no hint of embarrassment or anything.

"That's £13.45, mate!"

James paid him on card and got the hell out of there, watching as the taxi sailed out of view.

Well, I suppose your girlfriend thinks you're just as weird. He thought to himself as he approached the door.

Upon reaching it, he took out his key and opened it up. Through his headphones he could hear a muffled sound, not unlike that which he heard in the taxi.

Oh God. He thought. Not again.

He followed the source of the noise to find a sight that he truly, never in a million years, expected!