Knocked Up II. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 22

I spent the entire day going in and out my hospital room. From blood tests to an MRI. They are making sure my whole body is fine, and so far, it is. It seems that I have nothing. The only concern is my memory.

Right now I'm with a doctor, a specialist in memory loss cases. She asks me a lot of questions, just to make sure how much I can remember from the past, to give us a clue on how much I can remember.

She asks me about my childhood, that I remember. I tell her about my parents. I remember some things from high school but then it gets blurry. I try really hard to remember from there, but there's nothing.  She asks me about college, but I don't even remember what major I picked. It feels like if I fell asleep and I woke up here, many years later.

She then asks me if I remember things on the short term, things like: what did I eat yesterday or what was the first thing I remember when I opened my eyes. She says my short term memory is working. I can remember what I did yesterday when I woke up. I remember Harry, he was here when I opened my eyes. He's still here, in fact. He's outside waiting for the doctor to finish this 'interview'. I remember what I first ate. I remember the things we started writing on the list the doctor told us to write.

After the littlle interview, she calls Harry to come inside of the room.

"How is she?" He asks as soon as he enters.

"Well, her short term memory is fine, she remembers her life before until, let's say, sixteen years old. She's lucky, some patients don't even remember their own name." She says, she then turns to look at me. "What I recommend for this case is that you relearn what you lived through the years. You have great help around you. But I have to warn you, sometimes it's going to be difficult, you may get frustrated and that's completely normal."

It's still so weird to me to realize that I have lived so many years and that I remember anything of it. I play with my hands, I am frustrated. It feels as if they were lying but I know they are not.

"So... What should we do? Just... Tell her everything?" Harry asks, laying his back against the wall.

"Baby steps. I recommend starting with the most important things. If you have pictures, videos, to make Sienna familiar with everything again, that can help." The doctor looks at me giving me a smile. "We have to stay hopeful, in some cases, the memory can return."

"This is crazy." I say in a chuckle. I feel as if someone just robbed my identity.

"Don't lose hope. I'm sure you will be fine." The doctor says while standing up. "Harry, can we have a word outside?"

"Sure." He says, and then they leave.

I look at them talking outside the window.

I haven't got the chance to talk to him properly. Yesterday we were rounded by doctors and nurses. I got up for the first time yesterday, my legs are a bit weak. Then, my mom visited me. It felt nice to see a familiar face, she looks different, older. We didn't talk much but I'm looking forward on seeing her and dad, she didn't mention where he was.

Right now, I'm focused on the guy outside, I want to get to know him. I wonder what they are talking about. He nods as she speaks, as if taking orders from her. I also wonder how I met him. Maybe he's a guy from college, they said I went to college and graduated and everything.

My thoughts stop when I see him coming inside of the room again and the doctor leaving, disappearing in the hallway.

He smiles, sitting down on the chair that I feel like he has claim as his. There's silence between us, it makes me feel nervous inside.