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he continued, “there’s another concern.” I swallowed. “What is it?” He explained it carefully. Rhett had an old hematoma in his brain. It had been there for a while. It was pressing on nerves. The accident caused secondary trauma. The pressure had increased. I listened, my hands clenched. “It affects memory,” he said. The words hit me hard. At that moment, I realized the confusion I noticed before was real. He wasn’t pretending “So his memory loss,” I said slowly, “it wasn’t an act.”

There was hope then. "Amnesia refers to a large-scale loss of memories. It is an inability to recall old memories that had happened in the past," he added in an assertive tone, trying to make them understand without hurting their sentiments more than they had already been hurt. "She does not remember you both," he said, nodding at both Uzair and Shreyaaz. He continued, "Because the past having the two of you is being blocked by certain cells in the brain to protect her." "What is the meaning of this?" Uzair asked calmly, eyes having a unique storm within. “Protect her from what? Us?” Stealing a breath, his lips seemed to quiver at the obvious answer.

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

she held my hands, and an electrical current zipped through me. I pulled my hand back in shock, “I’m sorry but I don’t know you.” I looked around the room and noticed three other males laying in cots like mine, “what happened?” A woman came out from behind a curtain and answered, “you were in a car accident. It would seem you have amnesia. Could be temporary, but we won’t know for sure until we give it time.” My mouth went agape, amnesia? “I remember my name, my family, surely I don’t have amnesia,” I told her.

“I try to forget it and take it casually. But indeed, I lost my memory of the incident for some time before the accident. I did not realize it before, but when the doctor asked me about the events before the accident, I felt like my brain was like a blank sheet of paper; no memory at all.” Valerie frowned, trying to remember but just like she had tried so many times before, she couldn't remember. “All that was left of me was the trauma and fear that always chased me. I went to see a psychiatrist and he told me that this kind of amnesia often happens to people who are traumatized, like war victims, or accident victims like me. “Usually there is a memory gap that disappears over a period of ti

In order to convince them, she struggled to say in a hoarse voice, "Who am I? What ... what is this place?" "Poor girl..." Briley immediately bawled. "How did you break your head and forget everything? Gerald, come and take a look at her..." Gerald came over. He seemed to have some medical skills. He held a ragged medical book in his hand, flipping it through for a while. "The book says that when one breaks his head, his brain is prone to having hematoma which presses the nerves and leads to amnesia. In this case, the patient will recover in a few months or a year, so there's no need to panic."

Jocelyn suddenly said, "Anna, when if JC remembers coming back to you, will you take him back as your boyfriend?" "Hopefully not, Jocy. The condition of total amnesia is as if the brain's memory has restarted like a computer that has been infected with a virus. Jason will start learning everything from scratch again even though there may be times when an amnesia patient's memory returns. I hope he will find a new love, this time my decision has been made. His artistic status is too difficult to put together with my life as an ordinary girl," said Anna. The sound of an announcement from the airport loudspeaker notified that the plane bound for Grenada would depart soon and passengers were ask

Zoey was fast asleep inside the private suite after she was given some medications to calm her down. Dionysus couldn't believe it. "Retrograde amnesia, doc?" Mrs. Zenaida Lavigne sat back on her seat, feeling utterly weak. "Mommy. ." Zamantha uttered worriedly. "Unfortunately, I suspect that the patient was experiencing the kind of amnesia where you can't recall memories that were formed before the event that caused the amnesia. It usually affects recently stored past memories, not memories from years ago." Zara sighed and asked. "So, the accident caused it?"

Mental illness? Griffin suddenly realized he had overlooked something crucial. Emerald had struggled with depression during her adolescence. "Is there any way to restore her memory?" he asked urgently. Dr. Woods sighed. "It’s difficult—unless she experiences another intense emotional trigger. Amnesia can have many causes. Sometimes, the brain erases certain memories as a defense mechanism, especially if the patient is subconsciously afraid of something. It’s similar to how animals instinctively recognize danger when they encounter a fallen member of their own species. Whether her memory returns or not… well, with current medical knowledge, it’s nearly impossible to force it from the outside.

For even if they’re really close friends, GD was still a bit gynophobic with all their bipolar-ism and his limited knowledge of them, so he wanted to tell her slowly. He started with a small question he hoped wouldn’t break her mind. “Before meeting Albert and Alexis and starting college, what was your life about?” This was unimaginable to her, but she never had the moment to sit down and think about those for a while; and she has a reason. “Have you forgotten? I have some form of amnesia; I can’t remember anything.” “But, you remembered the entire story of your college life?” “Yeah, I mean…that’s, uhm, different. Or is it?” As the clock struck 8, and the sun started to paint an orange horiz