Page 14 of Amnesia

“I’m, ah, looking for someone.”

A stab of jealousy pierced me. Who could she possibly be looking for? Her doctor! What if she was in pain, had called for the nurse who wasn’t around, and decided to get help herself?

My hands shot out. She flinched and stepped back. Immediately, I felt like an ass. “I won’t hurt you,” I vowed, hoping she heard the truth in my words. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

She laughed nervously. “I’m not scared.”

Oh, but she was.

“Are you hurt?” I asked, forcing my hands back. “Can I get you a doctor?”

She rolled her eyes. “No way. All those doctors want is to write down my every move on that damn clipboard.”

I chuckled. Immediately, I felt her eyes. Letting the laughter fade away, I glanced up.

“I’m Amnesia,” she said.

My chest tightened. “The girl with no memory,”

“You heard about me?” She seemed surprised.

“Something like that,” I murmured.

“I’m looking for someone. Maybe you know him?” Her head tilted to the side, a chunk of uneven hair falling against her chin. I noted the way she was leaning on the pole a little more with every passing moment. “The man who pulled me out of the lake.”

Me. She was out here teetering on her bare feet in search of me.The thought made me slightly giddy.

I felt my Adam’s apple bob. Suddenly, my mouth was very dry. “I know him.”

Her eyes lit up like the sun came out from behind a cloud and shined its golden rays upon her.

She was beautiful. So beautiful.

“You do!” She perked up, glancing past me down the hall. “Can you take me to him?”

“No,” I said, drawing her eyes back to me.Where they belong.

“Why not?” she demanded, putting a fist on her hip.

This time, I did reach out to fix the neckline of her gown. The second I smoothed the fabric, her fist slid from her hip and her chin tipped back so her face could fully study mine.

“You already found him,” I murmured, pulling back.

Her lips parted. They were a pale peach. I wanted to count the freckles on her nose. “You’re him?”

Shifting so I could push my hand out between us, I said, “I’m Eddie.”

Amnesia said nothing, but slid her palm against mine so we could be formally introduced. “You saved my life.”

“No,” I replied instantly. “I didn’t.”

“You really come here every day?” she asked, slightly awed. Her eyes took in my face more thoroughly now. I wondered how I looked to her, if I was familiar at all.

“They told you that, huh?” I smiled.

“I think the doctor felt sorry for me.” She admitted and leaned farther into the pole. The wheel squeaked under the weight.

“You need to sit down.” My arm hovered close in case she fell again. This time she didn’t flinch away.

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