Elena
It’s dark...
Where am I?
Where is Sebastian?!
Wait, who is Sebastian?
Everything… Everything hurts so much. Why can’t I move? Was someone holding my hand? It feels so warm and familiar. “I miss you, petite pâquerette. Please come back to me.” Uhm… Who was that? Was that Sebastian? Why do I keep thinking of that name? I can’t open my eyes, why can’t I open my eyes?! They feel so heavy. I need to… Need to get up, I need to move! Maybe this person can help me, wait I can move my hand now and… and my eyes can open! I move my hand again and finally, my eyes start adjusting to the light. A pair of hazel eyes look at me with a shocked expression and immediately jump up and start kissing me and calling me Elena.
Elena? Was that my name? Who is this?
“Elena?” He asks again and I feel tears falling down my cheeks. I’m scared. I don’t know where I am or how I got here or who this man was! He pressed a button on the bedside table, then looked down at me with pained eyes. Who are you? I think but notice that I actually spoke in a gravelly voice and see his expression change again. Was he mad? Was he sad? “Why am I here? What happened?” I struggle to talk again because of my parched throat, but he moves closer to me and strokes my hair. “Shh, it’s okay, Elena. The doctor is on his way.” He says, trying to reassure me, but I don’t feel it working. “No… no… why am I here? Who are you?! I exclaim, feeling the pain coursing through my body. “It hurts… it hurts!” I cry out just as the door bursts open and hospital staff scramble in.
“She says she’s in pain,” the man who held my hand tells the doctor, “and she doesn’t know who I am.” I noticed that the last part of his sentence held a lot of sadness. Was this person someone special to me? I looked up at him but felt no familiarity, none at all. The doctor and nurses continue to check what I could only assume were my vitals and ask me questions as they do so. I couldn’t answer him when he asked me my name, but I’m guessing it is Elena from what the handsome guy called me earlier. After a few more tests and questions, he injects something into my drip and walks over to the man with hazel eyes.
“Sebastian…” I say and before I could hear anything, they drift away and darkness takes a hold of me once more.
Sebastian
She just said my name, I am sure she just said my name!
“Temporary amnesia due to the crash. I was hoping this would not be the case, but her MRI this morning showed that she might have a slight case of amnesia. There was no visible inflammation, so I do think she will be okay. We will need to give her time to adjust.” Dr. Harris says, and I am partially relieved. Temporary amnesia? I hope so… The blank look in her eyes completely shattered me. Her beautiful blue eyes, which used to be filled with so much love and adoration for me, were now devoid of any emotion.
“Why is she unconscious again?” I ask when I see her eyes close once more. “I have given her something for the pain. Her body is still adjusting to waking up, but she will not slip back into her comatose state. Leave her to rest, for now, she will need it.” Dr. Harris tells me and checks on her once more before leaving.
Then I am left in the room with a wife who didn’t know who I was.
I should have expected this; the car crash was serious and close to deadly. She would have suffered some brain damage in the process. Walking towards the bed, I sit down in the seat next to her and sigh in frustration. She woke up, and after all this time and all the waiting only for her to not remember me or anything at all. What do I do in this situation? I suppose the only thing to do is wait for her memories to come back.
I lay my head on the bed next to her and feel my chest tighten. He said temporary amnesia, right? So my Elena would not be gone forever… would she?