Shin Amnesia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She turned, guiding Jenny out before the knife could twist deeper. In the doctor’s office, the truth fell like a hammer. "Mild amnesia," the doctor said. "He’s forgotten the person he was most focused on before blacking out. It may return… or not. If he doesn’t want it to, it may never." Anna’s voice trembled. "Then why only her?" "Because she’s the last person he thought of before the trauma. That’s how the mind works." Jenny had been silent the whole time, staring at the floor.

“Stop thinking about it. Give yourself more time. You will restore your memories, eventually. Don’t stress yourself. And I hope you will also remember my place in your heart before.” I fell silent for a while. A sense of guilt also welled up inside me. I may not remember him, but the thrill I felt every time I saw him, my fondness and admiration for him, and that I made him my sexual fantasy, spoke of the truth that he had occupied a space in my heart. “But why do I still remember everything that happened before I went to Japan?” I said, disentangling from his embrace so that I could see his face. “It’s called partial amnesia. Our human brain refuses to remember everything that is extremely

I don't know what expression I have on my face, but I know it's scaring her. "Retro what?" I scoff. "Retrograde amnesia… clearly caused by his injury, this type of amnesia can be temporary or permanent and can possibly wipe out the part of memory that's the most stressful to them. It's common and nothing to worry abou- "Nothing to worry about?" I yell, "You've been saying that ever since we got here. But now he's facing a Metro amnesia or whatever you just fuckin called it. Stop saying it's nothing to worry about when it's literally the only thing to worry about." I scoff.

"Haven't you hurt him enough? Even if you find him, he won't return. You ignored him for seven years, lingered in the chapel for seven years, and stared at my photos for seven years. He knows all of it. "Amy, your sister is gone anyway. Why don't you just keep being Penny?" Amelia lunged forward in fury and slapped him hard enough to knock him to the ground. She glared at him. "You'll spend the rest of your life making it up to him. If he doesn't come back, don't even think about getting out of prison!" After that, she called her assistant while Samuel stared at her in disbelief. "Look into Samuel. Dig up everything."

I asked her and she looks at me confused. “It's on the 4th floor. Are you okay? It's like you forgot this place.” She says and sighed. “I have Anemia.” I say. Her lips part. “Isn't that blood loss or something.” She asked. How the hell do I know that?“I don't know. But it has something to do with memory loss. I kind of forgot a lot.” I say to her and she nod her head. “Oh you mean Amnesia? What happened? You seem fine to me.” Sierra asks and I look at her. I unbuttoned my shirt a little bit to show her the scar.

Why could he not finish his sentences in one go? The doctor looked at Sharon at this time, and his scrutinizing gaze made her nervous once more. Could he perhaps see that she was pretending to have amnesia after a single examination? “Unless she had an underlying issue in her brain before she was injured and it healed after her medical treatment. That would mean her residual problems are unsolvable, but it wouldn’t affect her life. If those memories aren’t very important, then I don’t see a need to deliberately try and retrieve them.”

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.

Instead, they exchanged wicked grins, watching me as if I were the victim of a pathetic prank. I silently clenched my fists. Chloe wiped the wine from her lips and sat up straight. “Does this make you uncomfortable, Serena? Oh, that’s right. You have amnesia. You must have forgotten that we always play like this at parties.” “There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I replied, flashing Chloe a bright smile. This she-wolf—my supposed best friend—was now proudly wrapping her arms around Toby’s neck to mark her territory, entirely under the impression that my mind was blank.

“What’s going on? Why can’t I remember anything?” Dr. Vincent sighed, his eyes kind, his voice heavy. “You’re likely suffering from amnesia,” he said, his words measured, his hand on my arm. “The trauma from the gunshot, the blood loss, the surgery—it can disrupt memory. It might return in days, weeks, maybe months or years. We’ll run tests, monitor you, see if anything comes back.” I nodded, my tears streaming, my heart racing, my pain a constant throb. “Amnesia?” I whispered, my voice cracking, my fear raw. “How did this happen? Who shot me? Why?”

Hale's report. I attempt to maintain a professional detachment in the face of unpleasant information; however, the emotional pain lingers. I've grown accustomed to being the center of Aiden's attention. He's pursued me with utmost dedication, so I'm the last person he should have forgotten. If anyone's memories should have been shielded, it should have been his stepmother or stepbrother, who are effectively adversaries to him. Dr. Hale mentioned that stronger feelings are more susceptible to disruption in retrograde amnesia. It's unpredictable, potentially affecting memories associated with intense emotions, whether pain, love, or regret.