Spencer stared at the doorway, a quiet anticipation building within him.
Doctors and nurses moved in and out, a constant stream, yet he couldn't quite pinpoint who it was he longed to see.
A persistent feeling told him someone significant was missing.
Their image remained a blur in his mind, but he knew, instinctively, that they were important.
He strained to recall, but the memories refused to solidify.
Spencer sighed, the doctor's words echoing in his head: his memory truly was gone.
Just then, Dr. Scott approached, a reassuring smile on his face.
"Spencer, you're looking well," the doctor said, holding some charts a nurse had just handed him. "All your vitals are better than we'd anticipated."
Spencer relaxed slightly. "So, the tumor in my brain – is it all gone?"
The doctor chuckled. "The surgery was a complete success, and the tumor hadn't spread at all. I was able to remove it completely. However, it did affect some of the surrounding functional areas."
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