My Short Story

I had to write a story for Creative Writing, here is the first chapter...enjoy and tell me what you think! : )

Slowly my eyes opened to be greeted by a blinding bright light and quickly forced shut. I attempted to open them again slowly but yet painfully. Once my eyes found it easier to adjust to the blinding room, I looked around to catch my bearings. I could not find anything I recognized no matter where I looked.
Where am I? My thoughts inquired. Wasn’t I just on my way to take Jenna and everybody to her soccer game? I reasoned that maybe the day was long over but I could not remember any of the game. I could remember driving to the game and when I took a wrong turn, having my wife Callie yelling at me. As I turned the car around, I looked her way. Even though she is calling me obscene names, I cannot help but think of how beautiful she looks with her golden hair dancing in the wind.
Fifteen years of marriage, most of it fighting, and yet bits of it at peace. We came into an agreement that we would wait till our youngest daughter graduated high school until we would divorce. Sometimes, that day seemed like a distant thunderstorm on a lake. Slow to come and hit but yet the rumbles could be heard and seen for miles. Our youngest daughter was fourteen…could we wait four more years of agony. I convinced myself it was four years of turning things around and making the best out of them. However, my wife wanted none of it she reminded me every night that she could not wait till Lizzie graduated. Every time she would utter those painful words, a piece of my heart would fall to the depths of my stomach.
However, all I can remember of the half an hour drive out to Lake Placid Park was Callie yelling at me. I tried to force my head to recollect more, it went horribly blank and would not let me go any further. Focusing on getting my memory to give me more of what happen was interrupted by a female humming coming closer to me. The theme song of jeopardy she hummed as she approached me. Then a sound of more footsteps stopped her.
“How’s he doing?” a male voice inquired.
“He is awake which is a miracle in and of itself.” She, I assumed, was a nurse replied.
I wanted to know what they were talking about, “Miracle that I am awake, what happened to me? I attempted to sit up but could not move. So I opened my mouth and began to talk,
“Excuse me, why am I here? Why is it a-“ I abruptly was interrupted by their conversation.
In a hushed tone, the nurse asked “When should we tell him that his family died in the accident upon impact?”
“Probably later this week when we know he will be coherent enough to take it.” The doctor replied.
“What? There was an accident?” I took a deep breath and nearly screamed as they did not acknowledge my question let alone my existence.
“He’s going to make it, it will be a long and painful recovery though.” With that said, the doctor turned away and left.
The nurse suddenly came into my line of vision. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and her bright green eyes skimmed over me like I was a science experiment. She took a clipboard from one of the machines that continued to beep regularly and jotted a few notes down.
“How are you doing, Mr. Marshall?”
Finally, you are actually talking to me I thought, “I would be much better if I knew why I was here and what happened to my family.”
She turned away and played with a few of the machines hooked up to my bed. When she turned around and made eye contact with me again, she pushed her lips together as contemplating whether or not to tell me.
“Just tell me. I’m sure I can handle it.” I begged. I squinted my eyes to focus them on her name tag, “Rebekah, tell me where my family is.”
She shakes her head, “You poor thing, you have so much to overcome.”