Page 11 of Amnesia

“Why?” I questioned, so incredibly curious.

“Because he’s the one who pulled you out of the lake.” The doctor opened the door, ready to leave.

“He didn’t come today.” I hurried to call out. “Or yesterday.”

The doctor glanced around, half out of the room. “He was here. He’s here now.”

Fear shot through me. How quickly the curiosity turned to something more sinister. Why would he come here every single day? He claimed to not even know me.

But he still came.

“I want to see him,” I announced.

My words were met with a swift shake of the head. “It’s best you wait.”

“Wait for what? Memories that might be gone forever?”

“Until you’ve had time to process everything I just told you.” He paused. “Perhaps tomorrow.” With those words, he shut the door behind him, leaving me alone.

I was tired of being alone. Apparently, I’d been this way for months… And before that? Well, the picture Dr. Beck painted wasn’t exactly of some idyllic life.

He’d asked me about the future, if I thought about it. I hadn’t, but I was now. I didn’t have the past, but I was damn sure going to have a future. The silence in my head was going to be replaced with thoughts, faces… knowledge.

Starting with the man who came every day but didn’t know me.

Gripping the covers on the bed, I threw them back, revealing my pasty, thin legs. My body was wobbly and weak when I stood, but I did it anyway. I was getting stronger. I’d walked more today than yesterday.

If the staff wouldn’t bring this mystery man to me, then I was going to have to find him.

I was being kept away again. Mary Beth met me practically at the elevator; she knew I’d be coming. I recognized the look on her face the minute I saw her.

“Hell no,” I snapped and tried to move around her.

“Eddie, you can’t go in there,” she said, following closely behind.

“I’ve been going in there for months, Mary B.,” I argued, swinging around to face her. A few of the other nurses and staff gave us a wide berth. They likely knew this was coming, too.

Everyone liked me; no one wanted to tell me no. Not about this. Not about her.

“She was in a coma then. You know this is different.”

“How is she?” I asked.

“So far, she seems okay, all things considered. It’s only been a couple hours.”

I wanted to ask, yet I didn’t. In the end, the words rasped out of my throat like two rocks scraping together. “Did she ask for me?”

Mary Beth just looked at me for long moments. Her palm slid over my forearm, and I glanced down to where she touched me. “Why don’t we sit down?”

Allowing her to lead me to the row of nearby chairs, we sat at the end. Mary Beth perched on the end of her seat, angling her knees toward me, leaning her torso close. Her fingers were still wrapped around my arm, but I barely noticed. I just wanted in that room.

“She has no memory, Eddie.”

My head lifted swiftly. “What?”

“She doesn’t remember anything.”

I sat forward, the movement so abrupt her hand fell off my arm. “Like nothing at all?” I asked, trying to understand.

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