Amnesia Story Novels & Stories

“I came as soon as I could.” Ryan blinked, staring There was no recognition in his gaze. Chris stopped mid stride That single pause sent a ripple through the room. Daniel rose halfway from his chair, his lips twitching between relief and unease. “Chris You made it.” “Of course I made it,” Chris snapped before softening again His eyes were glued to Ryan, scanning every bruise every bandage. “How bad is it? They said concussion, but then ella told me it was more than that Ella interjected quickly, her tone steady. “He lost some memories. It’s… selective. He remembers me. He remembers Daniel. But it’s still confusing for him. The doctors say time might help.”

"Go on." "Before, grandmother told me a story. It is you and dad's." My heart skipped a beat. "Then, she told me Dad has an amnesia. And he can't remember you, as a result. You tried and pursued him. But all what you did is not enough. Until you stopped, and he was the one who chased you." "Well..."

I slammed him against the wall after grabbing him by the collar. "What the f*ck is wrong with my wife? ” I can't speak if you don't let me go, sir. I gave him a shove to get away. “Talk.” He adjusts his collar while massaging the back of his neck. “Mr. Pendleton. It appears that Amber has selective amnesia." "Because she slipped?” "Yes, we think the fall caused some swelling in her brain, which is why she has amnesia," the doctor replied. "Does the fact that you mentioned selective suggest she will soon regain her memories?”

I said as I grabbed her hand, surprised when she didn’t pull back. “Yeah, it was,” she choked out almost in tears, but she shook them off. “You don’t have to say anything,” I looked at her and she smiled nodding. “I know but I want to,” she added. “You are shaking,” I pulled my jacket from my chair and covered her shoulder. “Thanks,” she gave me a reassuring smile, “I’m just nervous.” I nodded, grabbing her hand again. She was still shaking like a leaf before she spoke again. “I was in a coma for six weeks and it caused me to have amnesia. I don’t remember much about the accident and the doctors told me I would remember eventually but I didn’t expect it to take so long.”

“Oh yeah? Tell your cock and bull stories to someone else who doesn’t have a brain in their head.” “I suffer from amnesia and I can't remember you. Well then how can I remember my father, mother, even minute details about my childhood?”

“Now don't you think you're creating your own story here, Trevor. I know for a fact that Adam isn't like that. He really has amnesia.” Trevor only sighed and didn't further comment on his own theories. “So what are you going to do now, Anastasia?” He asked her. Ana furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?” “Will you tell Jack or...Adam everything about the DNA results and about his past?” Jack stared at her and Ana didn't know what to do. With what she knew about amnesia from movies, it was always not advisable to force a person with amnesia to remember his or her past. It was said to lead to permanent damage to the brain.

Richard would add, with eyes shining at exactly the right degree to impress journalists when necessary. I never found it strange that none of those memories came with scent, texture, or any physical sensation attached. They were films projected on a wall, not something lived in the body. When I questioned that lack of visceral connection, Harvey was always there with the perfect explanation: “Amnesia is like that, darling. Some things come back, others don’t. What matters is what we’re building now.” “Now” meant Boston. The penthouse. The honeysuckle scent. Chopin. Good girl.

said Axelina. "Sorry, I can't remember about us at all," said Amar regretfully. He couldn't imagine how Axelina would feel right now. The wife he forgot because of the amnesia he was going through. All the memories about the two of them, Amar doesn't remember it at all. “Don't force your memory too much. I don't want anything happen to you. Let your memory run with time. The most important thing for me, I can be with you when this is more than enough for me. I don't want anything anymore,” said Axelina.

“ Don't tell anyone I'm here, pick me up in two hours. “ Casper said leaving The place was quiet, soothing to the soul. Casper started arranging some things before sleeping . Athens was still doubting the news so she called Evan again. “ Spill, he's not here.” Athens said “ He had an accident leading to selective amnesia , he saw a girl and Casper thinks she is Amelia.” Evan said sighing “ How can something like that happen, no he kept denying the fact that Amelia was dead.” Athens said “ You can't bring it up unless he's likely to lose his memory completely or something bad may happen.” Evan said “Okay , who's this girl ?, Is she pretty,?. Athens asked

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he contemplated if he should tell her about your accident. "Will I get my memories back?" The desperation in her voice pulled a chord in his heart and he said. "Yes," "When?" "Soon..." or probably never. ***** "Like the previous doctor said, her amnesia is retrograde. I can not say much, but it's not easy to get her memories back. Not only her recent memories, but she doesn't even remember her name. This is not something which should be taken lightly." The doctor pointed to her reports. "What do you suggest?" Adrian muttered, his voice low and raspy. His hair falling on his forehead were longer than their usual length that highlighted his sharp cheekbones and