Love Remembers

“Where am I? What’s happened to me?” I ask myself as I lie here in the darkness. I don’t even know where here is. There’s a beeping noise playing in my ears as my eyes stay closed. I try to pull myself out of the darkness by opening my eyes. For some reason, that seems so hard to do, but after a few tries, I finally get it done. My eyes open to a bright white blurry room. I look around as I try to focus. The room is not only bright and white, but it’s cold. I look down at the rest of my body to find that it’s covered in white linen. The more I look around, the more my sight comes into focus. I turn to the side as I lift my right hand to look at it. I see wires attached to it. My heart begins to race with the fear of not knowing what happened to me. The monitor attached to me begins to beep faster. That’s when I see a woman dressed in white come busting into my room. An older white nurse stands over me, pressing a button above my head as

We all file out of Tanya’s room, and I stop the other doctors in the hallway. I pull Dr. Ward by the shoulders. “What were you doing in there?”“What are you talking about?”“Why didn’t we tell her what we knew about her family?”“You know, as a neurologist, that until we know why she doesn’t remember who she is, we could do more damage by telling her things.”“I understand, but do you think it’s wise to make her feel bad about having no family? Do you think you, of all people, should make that decision?"“If she remembers, then that’s great, but until then we shouldn’t tell her anything. We don’t want to plant false memories. If you stop and think about it, you know I'm right."“I hate to say it, but I agree with Chance, Bryce. I know you see things differently, but think like a doctor. You know it’s best for her to remember things on her own. Especially with the tragedy attached to what happened to her.” Dr. Richmond states.“Fine, but I will do everything I can to help her," I stat

Before I knew it, it was time for me to be discharged from the hospital. One of the nurses who has been with me since I woke up, named Maybell, enters my room. “Good morning, dear.”“Good morning, Maybell.”“How are we?”“I don’t know. I think I would be doing well if I could remember who I am.”“I know it must be difficult for you, but you can’t rush things. Things happen in their own time. In the meantime, here are some clothes for you to wear.” Maybell hands me a stack of clothes while informing me. I take them and place one of the articles of clothing on my bed. I unfold the clothing and find that it is a plain black t-shirt. I place the shirt on the bed and lift the pants off. I unfold them and inspect them. They are a pair of ash-washed blue jeans.“Are they okay?”I shrug my shoulders. “I guess. They look comfortable, and I think I like them comfortable. Are they mine?”“No, honey.”“You don’t have any clothes from when I was brought in?”Maybell sits on the edge of my bed at t

I’m sitting on the bench, wondering what is taking so long. I rock back and forth to keep myself calm. After some time, the officer I was talking to earlier comes toward me. I see he has a blanket in his hand.“Sorry, it took me so long. It’s hard to find a blanket in this place.” He tells me as he drapes the blanket across my shoulders. I wrap the blanket tightly around me.“So, you want to tell me your story?”“What do you mean?”“I mean, you come in here and say you have no memory of who you are and that you need help. Shouldn’t you be in a hospital?”“I was in a hospital.”“And what happened?”“They released me.”“They released you without a social worker.”“I had one.”“And?”“I didn’t trust him.”“Why is that?”“What’s with the twenty questions?”“That’s what cops do. We ask questions. Did this social worker do something to make you feel uneasy?”“No.”“Did he do something to make you feel like you couldn’t trust him?”“Not really.”“Then why run away?”“I don’t know. It’s hard

After brunch, I sit back in my room until there is a knock on the door. “Come in.” The door opens, and in walks a tall, slim, dark brown-skinned woman with short, wavy hair. She walks in with Rita right beside her. “Ms. Tanya, this is Kimber, and she is here to do your hair.” “Nice to meet you, Tanya,” Kimber says as she extends her hand. I take her hand in mine and shake it. “Nice to meet you, too.” “How about you leave us, Rita. We’ll be okay.” Rita nods before leaving the room. “How about we move on here to the makeup table?” I sit where I’m asked to. “I’m glad Bryce has everything that he knew we would need.” “Have you known the doc long?” “All my life.” “Really?” “Yes, he’s my brother.” “What?” “He’s my brother.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” “It’s okay. People always react that way.