Shin Amnesia Novels & Stories

She must be Enara. Shane thought in silence. His hands curled at his side. Its knuckles whitened. Shit. Julienne cursed inwardly. Did she just say amnesia? Julienne felt embarrassed revealing Rana's condition to Shane. He looked shocked she noticed. She observed him with fury and asked nicely. "Will you please forget I told you that Rana is an amnesiac?" "Why? It doesn't matter." He retorted. His voice was flat. He tried his best to contain his shock.

After a movement of silence, Darren put down his cutleries looked back at her, and said, “Mom, Areiza is suffering from amnesia. She is forgotten about all of us.” “What? Amnesia?” Lillian’s eyes widened in horror. The plate in her hand fell on the ground, shattering into pieces. And the pieces of steak were scattered all over the floor. Some of the sauce is splashed onto his white shirt, leaving a tough stain. Hurriedly, she pulled out the chair beside him and sat down and asked, “Darren, what happened to Areiza? How and why did she lose her memory?” “Well, according to the doctor, the experience was so traumatizing for her that she chose to forget the painful experience subconsciously,” Da

For the past 5 years, Gao Ying had been blaming himself for the sudden departure of Qingxi, which was becoming unbearable for Xialing. "I am sorry do I know you? I don't seem to have any recollection of you from my past. When I met an accident in Canada, the doctors did warn me, saying that I might forget some of my memories and suffer from selective amnesia. Guess you were not such an important part of my life which caused my mind to forget you. I hope we can hang out with each other again to catch up with the old times?" Qingxi said, acting pitifully while massaging her temples as if trying her best to remember.

I grabbed the slippers on the floor and slowly opened the door. I can still feel the chills and fear whenever I remember that. Sometimes I feel fortunate to have that memory kept because I was diagnosed with selective amnesia. It's where I lose my memory about that one... memory from the past. Although I can't remember it completely, I knew that something happened that night. The only thing I can remember after that was staring at the shadows in front of me. They said it was supposed to be the person but... Due to the shock, I forgot what it really looks like, instead, it looks like shadows and silhouettes of two person.

I looked at Izzy confusingly, and she took a deep breath before releasing it frustratedly. “Shyne, please tell me you don’t have amnesia. I have been through enough troubles today, and I don;t think I can handle you having amnesia.” I rolled my eyes and forced myself to sit up straight. “Hey, don’t force yourself, sis. Are you sure you’re okay enough to sit up and you don’t have amnesia? That movie I saw made it seem like a person who faints can have amnesia if they hit their head hard enough.”

I didn't correct him. Selfishly, I let the title sit. The doctor motioned toward the hallway with a nod. "Come on back. Let's see how we can help today." The room he led me to was filled with medical equipment, transformed into a private clinic. Dr. Shaw motioned for me to sit in a comfortable chair while Ryan reluctantly stayed behind in the waiting area. "Try to relax," Dr. Shaw said, his voice soothing as he prepared his equipment. "Your amnesia was likely caused by severe head trauma. Recovering memories often requires triggers—specific stimuli connected to your past."

But the doctors couldn’t question her at the moment, so they waited a few more days until she was a lot stronger. After a few days, the VIP ward was filled with Anamika’s family members and friends. The doctor wanted to know if her memory was intact after the surgery on her brain. But unfortunately, she had selective amnesia– she lost a large part of her memory… specifically the unhappy and traumatizing ones.

Chapter 115 Darcy’s POV “Memory loss?” The words slipped out too loud in the hospital hallway. Some passing nurse looked over, but I barely noticed. Dr. Sharma’s calm voice felt unreal. “Yes. It’s a form of post-traumatic amnesia. Not uncommon after a head injury like hers.” I gripped the wall. “What exactly has she forgotten?” “She remembers her name and basic details — where she’s from, her childhood, how to talk, walk, function. But…” She hesitated. “The last few years are blurred or gone. Specific people, events, emotional ties — those may take time to return.”

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 future Don of his family, Evan Jenco, suffered from a strange ailment. He would get amnesia every three years, but the only person he would forget was his childhood love, Nancy Sartori. Nancy was 18 the first time it happened to Evan. They had promised to spend their entire lives together under the beautiful fireworks in the night sky, but Evan forgot everything about them after one night and even fell in love with another woman.