Ashley’s pov
“Don’t worry his memories will come back, it’s normal that he doesn’t remember everything.” Doctor Gomez informs us as he closes the door bahind him. “Also I suspect that he might l confabulation, create fabricated memories, so be aware of that.”
We were all outside of Blake‘
indifference.
room since he had fallen asleep. He had not once lifted his gaze to mine. It hurt. Never had Blake treated me with such
I wrap my arms underneath my breast as if it will protect me. Who was I kidding, I was already hurt.
“How long will it take for him to regain his memories? Is there a specific time frame?” I couldn’t help let my hopefulness leak into my voice.
Gomez’s eyes stray away from me as he clears his throat. “With this kind of condition no one can predict a specific date or time he will regain his memories but there is more than a ninety percent chance that he will.”
My stomach sinks. I could feel tears at the back of my lids, ready to fall out.
“When will he be able to come home?” Ace asks leaning against the door.
Home. Will he even want to come home with me, to me?
The thought has my head pounding, heart racing but not in the good kind.
“We need to leave him here for at least one night to check on him, see if there are any other complications we have not noticed yet. So if everything works out he’ll be able to go home by tomorrow afternoon.” Gomez states and writes down something on the clipboard.
He then lifts his eyes to mine and smiles reassuringly. “Don’t worry too much about it Mrs. Reed, I am certain he’ll regain his memories. I will advise you to try to jolt back his memory when you reach home. There is a possibility that he can remember certain things you did when you two were together. But also do take things slow with him. Patients who suffer amnesia tend to be a bit aggressive and depressed.”
*Next day*
I sniffle lifting my wet face from the sink to stare at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red from crying, hair messy from running my hands through it many times. I looked like a mess, I was a mess.
I choked back a sob. I had excused myself out of his room, not being able to bear the blank confused stares he occasionally sent me. I had been in the
bathroom for more than five minutes, hopefully not worrying anyone.
Ace was helping his wife pack some of Blake’s belongings that his comrades had kindly dropped off yesterday afternoon. It was saddening to see that he remembered them but could not remember me, his wife, his bestfriend for years.
I was a stranger to him.
“Mom you can’t honestly think I can go live with her! I don’t know the girl! She could be a serial killer for all I know.” Blake’s voice pierces through the
door.
He obviously did not care that I could hear him. I gripped the ends of the marble countertop harshly. I sinked my teeth in myself from crying as I glared at my reflection in the mirror.
It’s no wonder he doesn’t want to come home with you, you’re a mess.
bottom lip to prevent
Doctor Gomez had cleared him to go home today. Ryn had already booked our flights, we were supposed to be leaving in the next thirty minutes.
As much as I want to go home and resume my life, I realized that the life I had before Blake had gotten shot was not the life I’d go back to.
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Everything would change, everyone would change. Our lives had changed, I wanted to stay here, avoid what was going to come
“You do know her Blake! She’s your wife, you married her! Don’t be stupid, where you belong is with her. You’ll go home with her and hopefuly real your memories. “I hear Ryn’s hushed tone scolds.
“How am I supposed to live with someone I don’t know?!” Blake’s voice is now harsh.
I flinch biting into my lips harder until I could feel my teeth pierce the flesh and draw out blood. I blinked back the tears, glaring at my reflection in an unforgiving stare.
“I’m coming home with you guys and I’ll try to recollect my memories there.” Blake states in an unwavering tone. He didn’t trust me and that hurt
A fresh set of tears rolled down my This time I couldn’t stop it.
“You listen here Blake Tyler Reed, you will go home with your wife and s
stay with her.
Ashley has not slept for days, she has not left your side. She’s been with you. She never gave up on you and you will not give up on her, you owe her this much.” Ace’s voice was a grumble of anger.
There is quietness for a few minutes which makes me believe that Blake had surrendered his complaints.
“Are you okay in there Ashley?” Ryn knocks on the bathroom door, startting me.
I cleared my throat.” Yeah, yeah I’ll be out in a minute!” I shouted and opened
the
faucet.
“Good because our flight leaves in an hour and we need to be at the airport soon. The drive is a l
bit
long.” She says.
I hear her retreating footsteps and let out a
t a sigh. I’m pathetic, hiding inside the bathroom to avoid my husband that doesn’t even remember me.
I dip my head down to wash my face, hoping that it’ll lessen the redness in my eyes. After I was done, I used a small towel the hospital staff had kindly placed on the counter to wipe my face. I stared at my reflection one last time before heading out of the bathroom.
I paced on a fake smile when everyone’s heads snapped to me. I avoid staring at Blake, not wanting to drop the facade of being okay when I see the blank
look on his face.
“Well we must be on our way.” I giggle slightly but it comes out forced/
“Is this the last of the bags?” Blake asked as he placed the bags he held on the floor.
Ryn and Ace had just dropped us off and promised to come soon after we settled in. It was clear that they just wanted to leave us two alone for a while.
I nodded, smiled then stopped when he gave me a blank look. I close the door behind us and watch him look around our home. “So this is where we live?” He questions.
When he turns around and has his back to me, I could clearly see the white bandage covering where the bullet had pierced. I nodded even though he couldn’t see me since he faced front.
“Yeah, welcome to our home.” I laughed awkwardly
He turns around when he hears my laughter and stares. Something flickers in his eyes but I didn’t have time to see it. He clears his throat and moves his eyes away from me.
“So where is my room? I’m kind of tired.” He says.
I giggled wanting to ease the tension as I joked. “Well being jetlagged will do that to you.”
He doesn’t laugh or smile. He just stares blankly.
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My heart squeezes painfully. Not because he didn’t laugh no, because he did not say our room.
AD
