The Mr. part 2

I was in an accident? "Oh," i reach up and touch my head, "Who are you?"
The lady chuckles and brings her warm eyes on mine, "I'm Barbra, but everyone calls me Momma."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Well, yeah. You aren't in a hospital though. You're at the Mr.'s house. He told me to take care of you. He's out at a meeting right now, but I'm sure he'll be here soon."
Another blossom comes through the window, distracting me. She takes the IV from my arm and leaves the room for a brief second.
Once she comes back in the room she sighs and sits down on the side of the bed, placing her hands in her lap, "Since you're awake, could you tell me who you are? Maybe give a number so that I may contact your parents? I'm sure they're worried sick."
I stare at her blankly. Who am I?
"I I-I can't remember." I look at her frantically, "I can't remember. I don't know my name. I don't even know my parent's name. Do i even have parents? Oh."
"Honey-honey, calm down. The memory loss is probably from that hit to the head you took. You don't have to worry. Your family is probably out there looking for you and they'll find us. Either that or we'll find them. The Mr. is a powerful man. He'll find them."
She places her hand on mine, "Everything will be fine."
She stands up and limps towards a door. Soon after i hear the running of water and i see steam coming from the room.
Her head pops out of the door, "Come take a nice relaxing bath. You've been out for a couple days," she pinches her nose, "You need it."
I laugh at the old woman and go towards the bathroom to take the well needed bath. My mind keeps trying to dig into itself, trying to get the information that it lost.