Amnesia Visual Novels & Stories

Did you put cream and sugar too? Yes, it's a mixture of coffee, chocolate, whipped cream and a little sugar. Naomi responded. Naomi was misty-eyed... she couldn't remember her favorite hot drink. Ari was in Dr Steven's room... explaining what selective amnesia was. Selective amnesia is a type of amnesia in which the sufferer loses certain parts of their memory. Common elements that may be forgotten are relationships with people, special talents, where they live, abilities in certain areas, and or traumatic events.

That meant she doesn't remember getting married or having a child. Our entire relationship wasn't there anymore. “Will it come back?” I asked, and I hated how hopeful I sounded. “In most cases, yes,” Dr. Dan said calmly, clearing his throat before he continued. “Retrograde amnesia caused by oxygen deprivation is usually temporary. She also had an injury at the back of her head, she was hit severely and that worsened the impact. The memories aren't erased. They're just inaccessible right now. Her brain is protecting itself from the trauma.”

​I stopped and looked at the doctor, who was now scribbling furiously on a clipboard with a grim expression. “He ca-can't remember me,” I murmured with tears forming in my eyes. The doctor sighs and turns to me. ​"Amnesia is common with Grade 3 concussions and the kind of trauma he sustained. His brain is protecting itself. He may remember the company, his family, his life from years ago... but the most recent memories are usually the first to go." ​The most recent memories… Me? He can't… remember me? ​Viktor continued to stare at me, his gaze curious but distant, like he was looking at a stranger who had accidentally wandered into his room.

“I swear that girl is always giving me a headache for not calling me from time to time.” “I’ll let her know so she can call you,” Alex assured with a loving smile. "You know how Ashley can be once she concentrates so much on her studies. She sometimes tends to forget calling us." Alex watched as her mother then turned to her father and started talking about the diner that her sister, Vicky is running and is asking him when they can be able to go and have breakfast there. Her mother, who for the past four years had suffered Anterogade amnesia, where she only remembers events before the accident had happened.

At the apartment for medical professionals, Ace opened the balcony’s sliding door. He stretched out his arms and embraced the sunlight. “Rose, I’ve arrived.” “Ace, your method worked.” At the end of the line, Rose said with a smile. “Rose, Jasper is now amnesiac. His amnesia is categorized as traumatic amnesia instead of one caused by stimulation. From the beginning, you should stimulate him to remember the memories of his past continuously,” Ace sneered. ‘She has really been becoming really unprofessional.’

"Then you're wasting your effort. Lisa has been with me for years—everyone knows how much she loves me! She's only close to you now because she's lost her memory. Once I tell her the truth, she'll come back to me!" Grayson started to respond, but fell silent. The light in his eyes dimmed. He knew Ethan wasn't lying. All these years, he had seen with his own eyes just how deeply I loved Ethan. I caught that shift in his expression clearly and stepped forward. When they saw me, a flicker of panic crossed their faces. Ethan rushed toward me, pointing at Grayson. "Lisa, do you know—" Before he could finish, I cut him off. "Ethan, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I never lost my memory."

Adrian’s POV The doctor adjusted his glasses as he examined Amber once more. A small flashlight moved across her eyes before he finally stepped back. “Her vitals are stable.” I sighed out in relief as I strode towards her side. “But…” I stopped in my tracks and turned towards him “The headache she experienced wasn’t unusual.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “What do you mean?” He closed his notebook.“When patients with selective retrograde amnesia encounter something emotionally familiar, their brains sometimes try to reconnect those memories.”

I asked. "It wouldn't hurt to try at the very least because judging from how you talk about the poor guy's parents, I doubt he's in a good place right now. If they're as horrible as we think they are then I doubt he'll be getting his memory anytime soon and there's also the case of a familiar face. A patient with amnesia sometimes needs to see the face of a person he's most familiar with so that person could help trigger his memory to a certain extent. If he remains in an unfamiliar space, it'd be ten times harder," he informed me and I nodded my head in understanding.

“Any other detail that stood out?” Isabelle swallowed. “There was… someone else. In the fire. He wasn't running away. Just standing there watching. Through the smoke I saw his smile…slow, cold, almost… satisfied. It felt familiar. Like I know that smile. But the face… it’s blurry. I can’t make it out. Every time I try to focus, it slips. It’s right there, but I can’t see it.” Dr. Marquez leaned forward. “That’s partial recall, very common with traumatic amnesia. Your brain is drip-feeding memories when it believes you’re ready. But forcing it can backfire badly.”

“Why doesn’t she remember me? I’m her husband, she can’t possibly forget me..” The doctor took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry, Mr. DeLuca. From the brain imaging we conducted on your order, it shows old trauma consistent with the blast injury you talked about. Amnesia is probable, retrograde and possibly anterograde. She may not remember anything from before the accident—or even the months after. That’s why she can’t remember you.” I nodded once as my throat felt raw. "But she’ll remember me eventually, right?"