Forgotten Hill: Surgery Game Novels & Stories

I suggested as he picked up the card. I crossed my arms as I stared at him in frustrations. Clearly I was without my memories and that’s why I was seeing Dr. Hickory. So why was he acting weirdly about me finding a doctor that was willing to perform surgery on me? It’s not like I had my memories to worry about. “When did you meet with another doctor?” He asked lowly. I rolled my eyes as I leaned forward so I could look at whatever he had wrote on his little notepad. “After my appointment, I took a little tour of the hospital and found a few neuroscientists and surgeons that think my memory loss can be cured with surgery.” I stated confidently..

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

Soren replied quietly and he added something else but it was too low for me to hear him so I quickly ran after the Nisse who was a little far from me and was waiting patiently. I tried to shut out the conversation I just heard that was clearly about me and not meant for my ears but I couldn’t. Sorens liked me and I didn’t like him that way. I was going to hurt his feelings and maybe lose one of my only friends here. ******** “My queen, is there something I did wrong?” Sorens asked me as I peered into the scrolls in front of me covered with dust, they were written on with a foreign language but that was not the problem I was having, the problem I was having was that most of the words were was

Is an answer I didn't know I had. "Forget what?" The brown-haired girl queries as we both inspect everything else but each other. "Forget that he has a sinister past. That he murdered his parents. Including a lot more people. As well as him being immortal and that he's genetically modified. Maybe that huh?" I answer finally sitting up and watching her reaction.

"He remembers. It's like a miracle." I nodded in agreement, though my heart remained heavy with doubt. "But Ana, it's strange, isn't it? How could he forget me one moment and then remember everything the next? It's almost as if he's pretending." Ana furrowed her brow, deep in thought. "You might be onto something," she conceded. "But why would he pretend? What would he gain from it?"

Not only for him but for Iris too. He soon arrived at Iris’s cabin not even knocking before going in “I found something. I actually found something” he yells out to her but there’s no answer and no Midnight. He checks out back by her hot spring, nothing there either. “Iris!?” He yells out. Something touches his shoulder. Something he can’t see. “Oh I see, we’re playing a game now aren’t we little one?” He chuckles, missing days like this.

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

We are still talking about chess, he said pleasantly. Obviously. She won the third game. * * * She became aware of being watched on day ten. Not hostility — a different quality. Careful, consistent, present at the far edge of rooms. She had learned not to look directly. Direct attention made him reassemble the public version, which told her less than the unguarded one. She had become interested in the unguarded one. Day twelve: library doorway, she and Vael over the Hartmoor maps. Day thirteen: the garden wall, Pip demonstrating the cut angle at enormous concentration.

Memories of how I was falsely accused and died miserably in my previous life surged into my mind, forcing me fully awake. Seeing that I wasn’t responding, a nurse anxiously tugged at me. "Ma’am, are you alright? Please sign the surgical consent form right away. We’re preparing for surgery. "Your mother’s condition is very serious. The glass must be removed immediately, or she could die from excessive blood loss or infection…" Hearing those words again, I picked up the pen without hesitation, ready to sign. "Jazzlyn! What are you doing here? My son swallowed a blade and won’t stop vomiting blood! We’ve been to several hospitals, and none of them had a doctor who could operate. That’s why we c