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phone and put her
through to my office."  Brandon was really concerned that Missy was MIA. 
It is not like her to skip out on work no matter how mad she is.
    "Sir, Chloe is on line one."
    Brandon sat paralyzed as Chloe filled him in on
Missy's attack.  He heard her speaking but it seemed distant.  Missy.  He
had to get to Missy .
    Brandon raced out the door, no briefcase, no phone.
    When he arrived at the hospital, Chloe was sitting
in a chair reading a book while Missy slept.  "How is she doing?"  He
spoke softly so he didn't wake her up.
    Chloe looked up with a tired grin, "Still
sleeping.  They are giving her meds to make her rest.  They say it should help
the brain swelling."
    "Brain swelling?"  Brandon appeared
confused.  He looked at Missy and inspected the repaired gash in her head.
    "Yes,  I don't think you let me get that far on
the phone.  Missy has some swelling from the hit to her head.  Brandon she has
amnesia."  Brandon went limp.  "The doctor indicated it was probably
a temporary effect of the attack, but she hasn't remembered anything yet."
    Because he felt like his legs weren't going to hold
him up much longer, Brandon slumped into the nearest chair and pulled it close
to Missy's bed.  He kissed the palm of her hand and retuned his gaze back to
Chloe.  Her eyes were dark and swollen.  She had obviously been up a while.
    "Why don't you go home and get some rest.  I've
got it from here."  Brandon gave her a reassuring smile.
    "Thank you; that would be great.  Oh, and
Brandon I would have called.  I didn't know your cell number, but I would have
called."
    He gave her a forgiving smile and she walked out of
the room.
    At ten o'clock that night, Missy started stirring. 
It took her several minutes to acknowledge where she was.  It wasn't until the
pain hit that everything came into perspective.  She turned her head slightly
and saw that Chloe was no longer there.  Instead, she had been replaced by a
professionally dressed man with black hair and strong facial features.  His
suit jacket was thrown over the chair, and the top few buttons of his shirt had
been undone.   He was flipping through a magazine not stopping to read the
pages.  He seemed very anxious. 
    "Excuse me."  Brandon shot up startled by
the sound of her voice.  Before she could blink he was there beside her bed. 
    "Oh Missy, how are you?"  He whimpered in
a broken tone.
    "Um, could you please call the nurse?  You have
the remote with the call button."
    Brandon handed her the remote.  "Are you okay? 
Can I get you anything?"
    The nurse came in and gave Missy something through
her IV to help with the pain.  Missy also requested a glass of ice, but before
the nurse could finish checking Missy's vitals and grab a cup for her, Brandon
was back and feeding it to her attentively.
    "Wow!  Who's your friend?"  The nurse
asked, bantering about his promptness to tend to Missy's needs.
    "Um.. I um.."
    "I'm Brandon." 
    When the nurse left the room, Missy eyed Brandon. 
"I'm sorry.  I am having trouble remembering some things.  I see flashes
but that's about it."
    Brandon smiled lovingly, "Don't worry baby,
you'll get it back."
    Missy turned away, "So I guess you are my um...
boyfriend?"  She was upset she couldn't remember someone she would
actually let into her hectic life.  She had no trouble recalling how hard she
had worked or that men were not usually a permanent fixture in her life.
    "Well not yet, but I'm still trying," he
answered with a warm smile.
    Over the next week Brandon didn't leave her side. 
He talked to her about work and his family.  Everyone was delighted when she
remembered his mother.  As Chloe visited Missy remembered her as well.  Missy
even started to regain moments with Brandon.  She would dream of him, wonderful,
sexy dreams.  The main event of her life that she was still missing was that
night. 
    She remembered Brandon, and blood.  She
remembered blood.  There were people all