Memory Loss Novels & Stories

Under other circumstances, she'd feel honored by his undivided attention, but as it was. "We have ran and performed every test known to neural science in hopes of finding the reason behind your memory loss, Mrs. Willard," Dr. Newell said, ignoring Race. He got up and pointed a pen at a row of colorful brain scans lined up on his viewer screen. "See this area here..." He circled an orange mass on the scan. "...this is your medial temporal lobe. It is involved in developing your episodic memory, which is what we're most concerned about."

Aiden's accident seems to have erased all memory of me, his mind transported back to the time before we met. "I'm the only one he doesn't remember," I murmur, feeling hurt. Mom looks to Dr. Hale to explain Aiden's condition. Dr. Hale clears his throat. "The traumatic brain injury has caused some damage to areas involved in memory processing. He's exhibiting signs of focal retrograde amnesia." Mom lifts one eyebrow in curiosity, as do I, narrowing my eyes. "It's a type of memory loss specifically related to certain people or events," he explains. "Why might he not remember her specifically?" Mom asks, looking at Dr. Hale.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Elisa suddenly shouted, "Leno, you're finally awake!" He lay in Elisa's arms, confused as he looked at the people around him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Who are you?" When he turned his head and saw me, his gaze lit up instantly. "Flora Hall!" Leno was then taken back to the hospital for further examination. "The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Leno's brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago," a healer said.

And now he wakes up after a week, a whole week, and he doesn’t remember me. "Hey, June. Are you okay?" Ted’s voice pulls me back as he rolls softly into the hallway. I pace, eyes darting to the white ceiling, hands trembling. "I’m not okay, Ted. I… I don’t understand. How can this be real? How can he forget just me?" Ted rolls closer, matching my frantic pace as best as he can in his wheelchair. "June… listen. We don’t know that yet. The thing is called selective memory loss. I didn’t—"

He argued with me. “Look, as soulmates, she’ll feel the pull, too. Once she learns what we are, she’ll understand. Nothing will go wrong, she just needs to spend time with us. With her losing her memories, we are now on even footing with Zach.” I told him. “Dude, that’s a fucked up way to think with her not being able to remember anything.” He said. “That may be true, but it’s the reality of the situation.” I explained.

"Anya, I'm allergic to milk. Don't you remember?" I froze, then said, "Oh, really? Sorry, I forgot. Lately, I seem to have trouble remembering things about you. What's going on? Why did we get together in the first place? It's very strange. Why am I only forgetting things about you?" Fabian's expression grew darker as I spoke, showing signs that he might explode.

I frowned at the passing streets. Why did this turn feel unexpected? Why did that building look misplaced? A cold realization slid through me. I did not remember the way to my own office. My hand tightened against the seat. No. Impossible. My memory loss was retrograde. Akes had explained it clearly. Difficulty remembering old memories. This was different. This was worse. I said nothing to the driver. Instead, I opened my phone and typed a single line into my notes. Call Akes. I read it twice.

“First of all, why can’t I remember anything from the past year? Nothing. It’s like it’s been wiped clean.” Doctor Jared sighed. “You have developed what we call retrograde amnesia,” he explained gently. “Your memories from before the accident haven’t fully settled into long-term storage yet, especially the recent ones. Older memories, things from years ago, are stored deeper in the brain, so they remain intact. But the events from last year are temporarily blocked.” “Will they come back?” I asked. That was the only thing that mattered. How was I supposed to live day to day knowing parts of my own life were missing? The people I met, the decisions I made, the investments, relationships, ever

The more I try to remember, the more I forget,and the aches in my head got even worse every time I try. I could overhear Aiden telling the doctor, I can't remember anything, I wasn't much interested in their conversation, it was obvious I lost my memory,I don't even know who I am. "What is his name Aiden?" I asked. "He doesn't have a name yet,we wanted you to give him one" he said, walking towards me as the doctor and nurse took their leave. "He is so handsome," I said. "What about me mama?" Raymond asked. "Oh Ray,you are also handsome" I chuckled.

Chris asked, puzzled "It's strange that we could not identify the reason why she lost her memory. We already did multiple tests but we haven't found any possible cause. Her brain structure is surprisingly fine, no damage at all." "Is that possible?" Ken looks more confused. "That is impossible to happen. Memory loss is caused by either Alzheimer's disease or a serious accident where brain tissues are damaged." "Can it be from stress? Or trauma? Like selective memory loss?" This time it's Jeremy. His two best friends looked at him with such surprise. Jeremy has never been inquisitive since he found the girl. "It can be selective