Mine. Someone Else's. Pregnant.

I woke up in a hospital after a car accident. Pregnant and without a memory. I don’t remember my name. I don’t remember how I got here. I don’t remember who I am at all. A man is sitting nearby. A doctor? No—not a doctor…
“Get ready—we’re leaving.”
“Are you my husband?” I ask softly.
He shakes his head:
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m… the one who hit you. Because of me you ended up in the hospital.”
Fear rolls over me in a wave.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!”
“Not going?” He smiles. “May I ask why?”
“I don’t know you!”
“Forgive me, but you don’t have a choice,” he says. “You’ve been here a week, and nobody has looked for you yet.”