Toma Amnesia Memories Novels & Stories

“There was a car accident three days later. Maya and her mother were fleeing debt collectors. Her mother survived with minor injuries. Maya…” “Selective amnesia,” I finished. “She can’t remember significant portions of her childhood.” “Ages six to fifteen, from what I could find in the medical records…” “You hacked her medical records?” “You asked me to find everything.” He doesn’t even look guilty. “The amnesia was trauma-induced. Her brain basically locked away the memories associated with that time period to protect her from the pain.”

Amanda was told by the doctor to just wait outside. "How is my husband's condition doc?" Amanda asked while squeezing the hem of her shirt, she was nervous and worried about Felix. “It's a miracle, at first I gave up on Pak Felix's condition because his internal organs were full of stab wounds. But now Mr. Felix is ​​getting better, there's just one thing I need to say, Mr. Felix has memory loss or the medical term is amnesia. " Amanda was shocked by the doctor's statement, she did not expect Felix to have amnesia.

At every question, she did only one thing, Aashmaan shook her head negatively and glanced at Neil. The doctor told Neil that Aashmaan lost her memories in short, She had amnesia but Neil knew Amnesia wasn't the cause of her memory loss. She had Face blindness and because of this disease, she forgot everything in her life. She woke up after a month of staying in the coma and that was enough for her to forget everything about her life.

Jasper took it and smoked quietly. There was no telling how much time had passed when Jasper finally said, "She's amnesiac. She doesn't remember me at all." However, he took solace in one thing—Renee didn't despise him. The thought of that alone would kill him. "Amnesiac?" Rich blurted. "How?" "It must be Tom." Jasper sighed lengthily as he flicked the ash off his cigarette. "He owns a biomedical research company that's said to have developed a drug that could induce amnesia, and they've also invented brain chips that have already advanced past the prototype stage."

Adam smiled, hoping to light up the mood and Ana also smiled as well. “It's okay. Please don't pressure yourself at all.” Ana held his hand and Adam sighed with a heavy heart. “I overheard what the psychologist said outside. She said I might not remember anything again. I'm just...an amnesiac zombie with nothing inside his head...” “No! Don't ever say such a thing, Adam.” Ana cupped his face and looked into his eyes. “You will remember everything. And at the right time too.” Ana then brought her face closer and this time Adam was prepared and the two shared a tender kiss.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

Leah was about to say 'take care' but Jerome had disappeared from her gaze. "Let's go, Tom," said Leah while her head was busy thinking about the situation. She never saw Jerome that mad before, there must be something very bad that had happened to the company. "Tom, how long have you been working with us? You know that I lost half of my memories, so I don't remember you," Leah peeked through the middle rearview mirror, watching Tom's reaction. Tom's face tightened. He swallowed a couple of times, he didn't expect that kind of question will come out of Leah's mouth. "Tom?" called Leah impatiently.

"I... I don't know. I'm just so glad you're here. Can you talk to the doctor, please? I'd like to go home.” Her friends frowned, staring at her, and at long last they looked around to see us and exchanged greetings. Then they asked. Delia added, "What's wrong with her? I know Grandma Charlotte said her memory is all jumbled, but why is she talking about home as though you guys aren't here?" "That's because she has amnesia. Selective amnesia. Her brain kind of reset her memory. Her current life is temporarily forgotten, I hope. Her past life is what she's working with," the doctor explained to the girls.

"It’s not about that. There's something else." His frown deepened, his gaze searching mine. "What is it?" I took a deep breath, knowing I needed to start somewhere if we were going to build a future together. I needed to let him in, just as he had let me into his life. I swallowed, gathering my courage. Opening up like this wasn’t easy. But if we were going to spend our lives together, I needed to share this part of me with him. "I... I've been struggling," I confessed, "There are parts of my life that I can't remember, Marco. Two whole years, gone. My therapist thinks it's dissociative amnesia, and it... it makes so much sense."

This must be a joke. "But I know who I am." I stare blankly. Dr. Toring looks at me a little confused at first then jerks his head up, acknowledging my statement. "Oh, no Mr. Cole, it's not what you see on the soap Operas and television series. Amnesia is a form of short term memory loss and that is currently what you have." Again, I look at nurse Candice, almost hoping there will be a got you in there somewhere. Same look comes across her face but when she does look at me this time, I see sympathy. She moves forward and holds my hand.