The Good Life

Chapter 50

”No, really..who is he?” she asked as Fiona drug him away from her. His look of confusion and concern were indescribable.

”Mrs. Hernandez….do you know what day it is?” her doctor asked her.

”Are you in the right room? That’s not my last name…”Marla said using the same confused tone.

”Gonzales…” Bruno said under his breath.

”Miss Gonzales…what day is it today?”

”It’s…it’s…March 14th…” she said looking up at the tv.

”What year, ma’am?” he asked her again.

”2007.” she answered matter of factly.

”What is the last thing you remember?” he asked her again.

”I was working on my paper…I needed to finish it…where’s Aaron?” she asked.

”Mar….he’s gone…” her mother spoke up.

”But why? What an asshole.”

”Ha…yeah…” Fiona said to herself.

”Fiona! Stop! Did he already go to DC? I want to talk to him!” she yelled.

”Miss Gonzales…you had a pretty rough seizure a few days ago…” the doctor told her.

”Obviously if my boyfriend can’t even be here.” she snapped. ”Someone give me the phone…” Marla said demanding the phone.

”Marla…stop…” Bruno said in a quiet tone. ”Please.”

”Who are you? Seriously. I know who everyone else is….mom?”

”Marla…just please listen to us and don’t think we’re crazy…” her mother answered.

”Miss Hernandez…it’s March 14, 2015…” the doctor answered.

”Oh my god..I’m not Miss Hernandez. What the hell? I didn’t get married over night. And to a Hernandez? God. Really?” she said in an even meaner tone. She’s never this mean…Bruno thought to himself.

”What do we do?” Sylvia asked the doctor.

”It should come back, soon.” he answered her writing down something on her file. ”Marla can you answer some questions for me?”

”I can try…” she answered looking at Bruno again. A fedora? I would never date anyone with a fedora…although he does have a pretty smile..who is he?

”Can you tell me your date of birth?” he asked

”November 13, 1985.” she answered.

”And can you tell me about your family?” he asked again.

”Umm…my mom, my dad, my brother…and he just asked Lisa to marry him….wait…you’re married! That ring!” Marla said looking at her sister in law’s hand suddenly caught off guard by her own hand.

”Wait…what is this?” she asked looking at her small diamond band on her hand.

”Marla…it is 2015…you’re married and you have a daughter…and that’s your husband, Bruno…” the doctor told her.

Bruno smiled at her trying not to scare her.

”I’m sorry..you’re not my type…how did this happen?” she asked. ”If we have a three year old and I was supposed to….oh god…”

Bruno pulled out his phone handing her a picture of the three of them at Rosalia’s birthday party.

”Oh my god….she’s gorgeous.” Marla gasped. ”At least we had pretty babies.” she handed the phone back to him. ”I just…when will I remember all of this? That’s so much to just forget….who are you?” she asked touching Bruno’s arm looking at his tattoos. Really? she thought to herself.