Your Heart Will Be Mine (A Doctor Smiley x Reader fan fiction)

A mind-full

We arrived at the station minutes later. After they escorted me inside, they gave me some coffee and a blanket and get warm. I was still covered in dirt, and I was cut up all over.

They sat me down in an interrogation room, and a lead detective came in and sat down across from me. 

He had shiny, slicked down gray hair, and a thick mustache that hid his face well, especially under the lighting of the room. 

"So, Y/N," he started, voice deep and curious. "My name is Detective Sorenson. Where have you been?" he sifted a file he was holding, and plopped it down on the metal table. He didn't even hold back on the questions.

I sipped at the coffee and watched him. Sighing, I set the cup down and replied.

"Honestly, I remember coming into town tonight, and seeing the report in the paper. But.."

I looked away. My mind was still blank. 

"I don't know where I've been, or how I even got here. I don't remember anything."

He let out a curious sigh. "Well. you're pretty torn up. Do you have any recollection of how you got those injuries?" He clasped his hands together on the table. 

I just shook my head. 

"I had to have been running from something. But I don't know what." I sipped the coffee more, and eyed him. He signed, and ran his hand over his flat hair. 

"Well, there's not much we can do. I'm thinking it might me amnesia, but I Ain't any doctor, so we're gonna take you down to the hospital and gotcha checked out, is that okay?" He said, standing up. He seemed let down, but reeling for answers. 

"Y-yeah, of course. I'd like to know too." I stood and followed him out of the room. 

They put me back in a police car and took me a ways away to a hospital. It was large, and very fancy looking. It had lots of cars around it, and almost all of the visible rooms had lights on. Which might be good, or bad, depending on why they were in use. 

The officer walked me inside and a nurse immediately took me to a room. Top floor, room 412. Fancy, private, and had a bathroom. She gave me some clothes to put on and let me take a nice long shower. Then, they bandaged up all of my wounds. After getting me settled, they took some blood and the doctor wanted to do some scans. So they wheeled me down and they did and MRI, and some CT scans to make sure I didn't have any internal damage. 

After all of the tests where taken, Detective Sorenson came to see me. 

"So, feeling any better?" He asked, standing in the doorway of my room. 

"Much, thank you." He nodded, and stepped just inside the room. 

"Do you remember anything yet?" He asked, looking around the room. 

I shook my head. "No, but they did some scans and they're gonna see if there's a reason I can't remember anything. 

"That's good." He said with a soft sigh. 

"Here," He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "I want you to call me if you remember anything. It doesn't matter what it is, anything will help." He handed me the card. "Call me whenever. If I don't answer, leave a message and I'll come as soon as I can." He smiled softly and turned to leave. 

"Thank you." I replied, and he waved as he walked out of the room. 

The night went by fast. I woke up the next morning to a nurse bringing me breakfast. It looked awful, but food was food, and I was hungry. The oatmeal was bland, and the milk made me stomach do backflips. Also, a banana. I hated bananas. 

I pushed the tray away just as the doctor came back with my results. 

"So, Y/N, everything came back normal. Our MRI and CT both showed no signs of damages. Besides.." he trailed off. 

"There does seem to be a bit of an abnormality going on with your heart." He looked up from the chart. 

"Are you breathing okay? Are you feeling drowsy, light-headed, or nauseas at all?" he stared at me intently. 

"Well," I giggled. "Not until I ate that oatmeal, no."

He chuckled. "That's good. But I am very curious. Have you had surgery on your heart before?" He continued.

I shook my head. 

"The only surgery I've had was my wisdom teeth." I stated bluntly. 

He nodded, and looked back down at the chart. 

"I'm very, very curious to know what's going on though. I'm tempted to bring you in for surgery just so we can see. But that's undecided so don't panic." He stayed focused on the chart. 

"I'll let you know what we're going to do. Also, the detective called me asking about you. Have you regained any memories yet?" He asked, almost completely out of the room. 

I shook my head again. "I'll let you know too." I smiled softly and watched him disappear into the hallway. 

The day passed slowly, but around 5p.m, shortly after I tried to eat the dinner they brought me, the doctor returned. 

"So, we've decided to see what's going on with you." He stated bluntly. He had a stern look on his face that made me feel anxious about the operation. 

"We're just wanting to take a look and make sure everything is okay. Your heart is a very vital organ, and any abnormalities should be checked immediately." He had a reassuring tone in is voice, but I was still anxious, for some reason. I clutched at my chest, and I felt a slight pain. I winced, and peered down my shirt. How had I missed this while showering? 

"Stiches?" I asked aloud. 

"What?" he gasped. 

"I-I have stitches. Did I need stitches?" I looked up at him with a puzzled expression. 

He stared at me, mouth hanging open. 

"Ummm... May I see?" He stepped towards me cautiously. I nodded, and turned away to pull the gown down so he could see the wound on my chest. I didn't want to flash him, either, so I tried to keep myself modest. He circled the bed, and looked intently at the wound. 

"Those are old stitches too. How did you forget about these?" He snapped, looking me in the eyes. I pulled the gown back up, and gulped nervously. 

"I.... I don't know.." 

That's s all I could say. He stared at me with utter shock. He ran his hand through his hair, and dashed out of the room. I heard him talking to a nurse in the hallway, and I heard him say to get me prepped for surgery as soon as possible. I felt guilty. Like I shouldn't have said anything, but I knew they needed to know, but I don't know what to tell them?

Around 4a.m, they wheeled me into the operating room, and I felt the needle prick my arm, and then I was asleep.