right.”
“Okay.”
“You try to get some rest right now.”
I watched him go, not sure what to say or do. I could see that man standing just outside the door, a worried frown on his face when the doctor stepped out. I wondered what the doctor was saying to him. I wondered what he was saying back.
I wondered where my parents were and why they weren’t here.
Chapter 7
Xander
“Are you telling me that she’s lost five years of her life?”
Dr. Caliendo looked at me, no sign of amusement in his expression. “If that’s when she took Figures IV in college, then, yes, that’s what I’m saying.”
“But then she’s forgotten all about me.”
“Not forgotten. The memories are still in there somewhere. She just can’t access them at the moment.”
“Will they come back?”
“I don’t know. It’s possible. But it’s also quite possible that she will never remember them.”
“Great.”
I turned away, trying to shove the anger that was building in my chest down. It wasn’t his fault. It was whomever it was who was driving the car that hit Harley in the first place. It was my fault because she never should have been jogging downtown. Not alone. And not in such a dangerously busy place.
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“The CT shows that the hematoma has resolved itself almost completely. And the fractures are healing quite well. There really is no medical reason to keep her here much longer. I would suggest taking her home and surrounding her with familiar things. After time, her memories might start coming back.”
I looked at him, my head spinning with his suggestion. Perhaps that wasn’t such a bad idea. If we were alone together, maybe I could help her remember the last year of our lives together. Maybe I could remind her that she once loved me enough that we were preparing to walk down the aisle, prepared to make a commitment to one another. Maybe she would remember the dreams we’d shared together.
Maybe.
“Spend time with her, Xander,” Alicia said, coming up behind me. “I’m sure she already remembers you on some level.”
“Exactly,” Dr. Caliendo said, as he brushed past me and wandered off to wherever it is doctors go when they’re no longer needed.
I stared at the door to her room, suddenly afraid to go inside. I’d practically been living in there. Thanks to the clean clothes and toiletries Jonnie had brought me, there’d been no reason to go anywhere else. It’d be nice to go home and sleep in a real bed for the first time in more than two weeks. But would Harley feel that way? Or would she be frightened to go home with someone who was essentially a stranger to her now?
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Harley was sitting up, flipping through the channels on the television. When she saw me, she turned the television off.
“Hi.”
I walked over to my familiar spot—the chair beside her bed. “How are you?”
She shrugged. “I just woke up to discover that my life has changed drastically and I have no idea what’s going on. But otherwise, I’m good.”
I smiled, relieved to see her sense of humor was still intact.
“What do you remember?”
She shrugged. “I know my name. I remember growing up in Texas on a small ranch where my parents ran a veterinarian clinic. I remember I have a younger brother and sister. And I remember going to college in Austin.”
“But nothing after that?”
She shook her head slowly, confusion bright in her eyes. “How is it possible to forget such a huge chunk of your own life?”
“You had a pretty serious head injury, Harley.”
“I know, I just…” She looked at me, tears spilling over the corners of her eyes. “You seem like such a nice guy. But I don’t remember anything about you.”
It hurt to hear her say that. Hurt more than I imagined it would. But she was awake and there didn’t appear to be any significant brain damage. That was a victory, considering. And maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe it would be