Remember Not to Forget

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She sat helplessly at the edge of his bed while he slept. Every now and then, a nurse came scuttering into the room, but none bothered to wake him. Even if they had tried, she would be swift to stop them. He needed his rest.

Hours passed and the sun made its usual u-shape over the horizon, seemingly chased swiftly by the moon.

Her eyes began to droop with exhaustion when she heard the sheets of his bed ruffle. The heavy eyes fluttered open, and she prepared to ask the questions that had been haunting her brain as she sat there.

His eyes met hers, but not with the same warmth. The joy she had then was not reciprocated by him.

“Hey.” The words fell from her mouth in a whisper. She hadn’t spoken in hours. She tried again. “Hey, how are you doing?”

“I’m alright.” His voice was groggy, yet strong, a perfect contrast to hers.

Silence filled the room. Another nurse tottered in, did her business, and then was out of the room as quick as she came.

“So what happened?”

“I’m not sure?”

“Well, where were you. When you know — ” She said, gesturing to his head.

“I don’t know.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Where are you now?”

“Looks like a hospital. I don’t know. You weren’t here the last time I woke up.” His eyes shifted nervously around the room. If they made eye contact, he would blush.

“When was that?”

“I don’t remember.”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember that I forgot how to remember.”

“Hmmm, you’re still eccentric as ever.” A smile played on her mouth.

“Why are you hounding me?” He looked scared now.

The smile disappeared. “Bec — -”

Just then, the doctor stepped entered that small tan room, wearing a crisp white lab coat and thin glasses.

“You’re awake! That’s amazing considering the trauma you’ve taken to your head.” He was eager and young. She wondered if it was his first day. The doctor turned to the woman and said, “Would you mind giving us a minute Miss…err — .” He looked like he was searching his mind for something far too deeply tucked away.

She decided to spare him the trouble, “Yeah, I’ll just wait out in the waiting room.” She gave the injured man one last look over with glazed, glassy eyes before leaving the room.

“Alright no — “

“Jane.”

“Pardon?”

“The lady who seemed upset. Her name is Jane — I forgot to tell her that.”

Jesus-lover | People-lover | Romans 10:9-10 | Philippians 4:4-6 <3 | A college-aged Fashion and Retail Studies Major actively trying to pursue my passions.

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