Sexy Bodyguard Jack
New Identity

But I'm not dead.

As my eyelids opened, there was a light on the ceiling, above where I was lying. I looked down, there was a slang sticking out of my hand. I'm not mistaken, I'm lying in a hospital bed.

My throat is so sore, I want to drink. But whatever the power, it feels like I do not have the strength to get out of bed, even to sit upright I can not afford.

Please, is there someone who can help me? At least a nurse, a nurse in this hospital. I'm so thirsty.

Ah, thankfully. I soon hoped to be together. The door handle was pulled down, then the sound of the door pulling was heard and the door opened. My eyes were wary-a little wary, worried in case that one entered it...

Oh, thank goodness. Nope. Not those criminals. Although I don't know him, but I'm sure he's not a bad guy - not a bad guy. My little heart said that when I saw the sympathetic smile that adorned his face.

"Hi, you're already conscious" he said in a typical heavy male voice. From his stature I'm sure he's in his thirties. He came up to my bed and dragged the chair near me. Then sit.

I lowered my smile a little because my brain thought that man was my savior. My Heroes. An estimate that does not miss. "A-" my voice was hoarse, and I tried to get a thud.

"You need a drink? Hold on, let me get you."

Oh, thank you, God. He is an understanding man.

The stranger came back to me with a glass of water. "Here, let me help you" he said.

So relieved. The white water ran through my throat and the pain that burned my throat disappeared. I finished a glass of water with no waste, and at first glance I saw the man smiling before putting his glass back down.

"How do you feel?" tanyakanya. He returned to his seat. "Feel better?"

I'm nodding.

"Oh yes, we have not yet met. I'm Jack. What's your name?"

A name?

I just opened my mouth to say my name. But it didn't. All of a sudden, all of last night's events flooded my memory. I was tossed by the waves until I reached the beach in a helpless state. Coldness. It was so cold that it felt right up to my bones. Even I was unable to move away from the water until I was unconscious on the beach, in the dark of the night.

I cannot open my identity. I have fought death to escape those criminals. If I tell you my identity, maybe this guy will call my family. Nnnnope. That can't happen.

"Hey...?"

Illusive. I had to pretend to forget the memories. "I. I don't know," I said. "I... who am I?"

"What's? You don't remember whose name you are?"

I shook my head - with a slight expression of fear, confusion, and feigning a headache.

"Why? Is anyone sick? Wait a minute, I'll call the doctor."

Ah, suck!

I wasn't good at acting and I was really confused as to how while the man called the doctor and explained to him what had just happened: that I was in pain - my head hurt, he said, and, I don't remember who I am-what my name is.

Well, in front of the doctor, I went back to being ordinary. Luckily, the man, Jack, was just waiting outside when the doctor checked on me.

As I saw in the soap opera on the television show, the doctor asked some questions to his newly awakened patient. He asked me what my name was, and I just shook my head. Then, the doctor tried to lure my memory with other questions so I could remember something, one of them in my family.

They are the ones I want to forget, Doctor....

Feeling no results, the doctor concluded that the patient had amnesia, aka memory loss.

But...

Not what you saw in the soap opera scene, man. It's not like that at all. In a true story, the savior is not as stupid as the soap opera story.

Jack wasn't that stupid until I could keep pretending. I can't fool him.

Moments after the doctor came out of my ward, Jack came back in with a more sympathetic feeling than the first one I saw. "I'm sorry for your condition" he said. "But don't worry, I'll help find your family."

Huh huh?

"Let's say, I'll put your photos in the newspapers, in online media, and offline flyers. That way, I'm sure...."

I'm shaking. Refusing. "No need" I said. "Let me-"

I'm still shaking. "I don't want to trouble you."

"No, kok. Not a hassle."

"No need... Sir, emm... Signore. No need to."

"But, Miss."

"No need."

"It's ok, I don't feel bothered at all. It's the only way-"

"No need" I said in a panic. "Please, no. Don't spread my photos. You don't know that my family is bad. They're evil. Em, I mean..I mean where do I know, who knows my family is a family of criminals, or. Maybe...."

Jack folded both hands across his chest, he looked at me with eyes - one that was as sharp as an eagle. Not glaring, but full of suspicion. "You don't forget the memory. Hmm?"

I'm shaking. Crying out. I don't know why -- I got a little scared. But...

The man came up to me, sitting in front of me.

I'm nodding. "I deliberately jumped off the ship to save myself from the bad guys" I admitted. I sobbed, sobbed. "My uncle and aunt sold me out of the country to be a prostitute. If they find my whereabouts...." I'm shaking. "Please, don't tell anyone. I don't want to be sold. I don't want to be a prostitute. Please, please?"

Somehow, I felt both of Jack's sturdy hands hugging my body. So tightly. "Calm down" he said, in a soft, caring voice. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Really?"

He let go of the hug, then nodded.

"Thank you... Signore. Thank you for keeping my whereabouts a secret. Especially.Thank you for helping me. You saved me and took me to the hospital. Thank you." Thank you."

Again. He nodded - but this time without a word. And the atmosphere between us was suddenly silent, plus, awkward.

"Emm..," I murmured breaking the silence.

"Sorry...."

"Ep? I mean sorry for what?"

"Emm.. earlier..I was presumptuous... hugging."

"Oh, that's fine. I. I think that's normal. Because I. I mean his condition...this...."

He smiled, a little, and somewhat - - - he felt embarrassed, then sat back in the chair.

"By the way," I said, "I don't have any money for-"

"Don't worry. Let me cover all your nursing costs."

"Oh, you're very kind, sir. Thanks again. I don't know how....I mean, what can I do to repay your kindness?"

Hm... Jack was a little stunned. "Not necessary" he said. "Nothing is necessary"

"It's okay, sir, just say it. Or maybe. Just tell me where your address is. Later, if I have money, I will pay all the expenses you have incurred for my treatment. Just like that."

But he still refused. Really, he's a good guy. "No need to think about it. The important thing is now that your condition is improving, okay?"

Yeah, I nodded.

"Well, now can you tell me what your name is?"

I'm shaking. "If you don't mind.. I want to keep it a secret, please?"

"alright. Doesn't matter. But now, I'm confused as to who to call you. So... how good is it? No way, right, if I keep calling you nameless? It's not good to hear either, is it, Miss?"

Baffled. I'm shaking. I don't have an answer.

"How about... Rose's? Miss Rose. May I call you by that name?"