My Little Amnesia Novels & Stories

Akeem said, his voice filled with concern. "In terms of illness?" Dr. Ellen inquired, her brows furrowed. "The patient is suffering from a severe case of high-degree amnesia. He remembers nothing at all about his life, not even his first name. He has been with us for close to four days now, yet no one has reported a missing person or come looking for him in the hospital. I'm beginning to doubt anyone will ever come in search of him. But other than that, he is a fine young man," Dr. Akeem explained, his tone tinged with a touch of sadness.

I asked nervously. “Mr. Hernandez, I am saying that Nyla is suffering memory loss. In other words, she has amnesia and I’m not sure how long it would take before she gets back her memory. It’s hard to predict, these dents are small and her memory can come back anytime.” A look of horror came over my face, and I could hear my mom and sister gasping. Turning to Nyla, I saw that she was still confused as to what's going on.

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.

“Oh dear, oh dear. I'm sorry on his behalf. Please don't take it personal okay....” my mom said softly patting AY on the back. “Why is he so rude to me?” “That’s how he reacts when he sees a stranger or should I say visitor...” “But I'm not a stranger; I'm his best friend for crying out loud. Why can't he remember me. Why do you have to apologise for him I don't understand?” AY asked; tears welling in her eyes. My mom gave her an intent look then finally uttered. “Amnesia.”

“It causes sedation, muscle relaxation, amnesia, and a significant decrease in anxiety. It would also make a person highly… suggestible. And it leaves the system quickly. If you hadn’t come in when you did, we might have missed it.” The room tilted. RYL. The word was a gutter word, a tabloid word. It was something that happened to careless college students in dark clubs, not to him in a five-star hotel dining room. “Amnesia,” Alejandro repeated, the word tasting like ash. “Extremely common. You might have flashes, disjointed images. But a coherent memory of the event? Highly unlikely. The drug essentially creates a gap.” All the hazy, shameful flashes the feeling of Gabriella’s skin, the blu

He'd stood exactly where Lyra was sitting now, folder in hand, clearing his throat the way men do when they're about to say something the listener won't enjoy. "The amnesia," he'd said. "We can't confirm it's permanent. Trauma-induced loss of this severity. it has a pattern. The brain protects itself first. Shuts everything out. But over time, with stability, with safety, it starts to." He'd paused. "Leak. Small things first. Flashes. Faces without names. Emotions without context attached to them. Then more." I had looked at him for a long moment. "How long." "No reliable timeline. Months, possibly. Could be sooner." He'd set the folder down. "I'd prepare for it."

The doctor explained to them. “So what are you trying to say Doc?” Lilith asked as tears rolled down her eyes. “I'm sorry but Miss Aurora is suffering from Amnesia and you are the only ones that can truly help because she is currently stuck in her past” the doctor finished. They all could not believe their ears and stood there looking at themselves until they heard a scream from Aurora’s room, they rushed inside and saw her staring at the mirror with a calendar in her hands. “Why is today__? Why today__?” Aurora looked up at the unrecognizable faces in front of her and she went berserk as she could not stop screaming out of frustration

Rey stayed uselessly quiet, stirring only occasionally. “Where to? Office? My place?” Alex asked. “My house. In human territory.” I didn’t even look at him, eyes fixed on nothing outside the window. My head was blank. Every time I tried to think of Abby, it stung. I pulled out my phone. New one. The old one got lost in the river. I skimmed what the doctor called selective amnesia. Causes, symptoms, treatments… but none of it mattered. None of it explained the gnawing ache in my chest.

He asked the doctor in a worried tone. “Well yes, you’re right. But in this case, it’s more than that. After our questioning and observation, we realised Ms. Liza is suffering from amnesia. She doesn’t seem to remember anything. About her person and about the incident that brought her to the hospital. Bluntly put, Mr. Stanford, the woman inside doesn’t know who she is.” She told him in a voice that’s quietly professional. Hearing the words, Mike couldn’t help but shake his head, as if to refute the fact of the doctor’s words.