Memory Loss

Chapter 20

Katie

When I woke up nearly two weeks later I knew instantly something was wrong. I felt terrible, I had a fever and I was hunched over from agony. Assumming it was something I had eaten I expected to spend the rest of the day on the loo.

An hour or so later knowing  I was the only one in the house I decided to get up. Heading to the bathroom before heading downstairs seemed to be a task in itself and it wasn't until I was weeing that I noticed I was bleeding. My period. It was then that I realised I had missed an entier month and not noticed. I'd never had period pains this bad before though and after I was finished I went straight back to bed.

It wasn't until a few hours later when I got up and threw up everywhere that I started to worry. I might really be ill, fever, vomiting and a pain this bad in my stomach couldn't be good. I did the only thing I could think of and I drove straight to the local A and E hospital.

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Apon arriving I practically ran up to the reception desk where a large blonde haired lady sat at computer.

"Can I help you?" She asked looking up.

"I... I don't feel very well," I told her feeling like a compelet idiot.

She looked up from her computer and her expression told me that she could see that much for herself.

"What's wrong dear?" She asked kindly.

"I'm really hot, I have a really bad pain in my stomach and I keep being sick," I rambled.

She looked up at me again and im not sure if it was my face ot years of practiced but she motioned for someone to come over with a wheel chair and a cardboard kidney shaped dish just before I collapsed and threw up everywhere.

"Someone will be with you in a minute dear." She told me as a porter took me through to some cubicals.

About half an hour later the doctor finally came to see me.

"I'd just like to ask you a few questions," he told me.

I nodded wondering if I'd get something for the pain. He asked me the basic questions, name, age and symtons.

"Ok just a few more, are you on your period?"

I nodded.

"When was your last one before this?" He asked jotting something down.

" 1st - 5th of June." I told him. I was so good at the dates and monitoring them I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed I missed one.

He looked a bit grim when I told him it was nearly two months ago.

"Is there any chance you could be pregnant?"

I knew somewhere deep inside me that this question was coming but it still shocked me, me and Chris had always been careful.

"Yes," I tell him as tears roll down my face.

"I'm very sorry, and we will have to do some test to be sure but it sounds like you're having a miscraridge."

An hour or so later and a few tests later it was comfirmed I was infact having a miscraidge. I was told to go home and rest, there was nothing they could do.

When I got home I was thankful that no-one was home yet, I don't think I could have handled any conversation. I went straight to my room, put on some pj's and crawled into bed. As I lay there crying I began to think of Chris, which made me cry harder. I didn't know what to do, it wasn't like I could tell him, he didn't even know we had slept together. As I feel asleep I dreamt about the last time I saw him before he forgot everything.

It was late Saturday morning and Chris had come over to mine. We had wanted to go out but it had been raining all week and although it was bright and sunny out at the moment we decided to stay in. Chris gave me a hello kiss and then we headed upstiars to watch a film.

Chris's golden brown hair shone in the light coming in from my bedroom window and I couldn't help but run my hands through it, it looks so good, hell he looked good.

"Having fun?" He asked not turning his head away from the film.

"Always."

Chris continued to watch Fast and the Furious Five while I looked at him and wondered how in a year I still hadn't got used to him and how perfect he was. I knew I was lucky. I promised myself to enjoy it and commit everything about him to memory so when he got bored of me I could always rememeber him.

"What's up Kate?" He asked never using my full name.

"I was just thinking how lucky I am," I told him looking right into his gorgous blue eyes.

"I'm the lucky one," he told me kissing my nose and hugging me close.

Early afternoon found us in the kitchen, Chris was rumaging in the fridge for something to put in a sandwich and I was looking in the cupboards.

"I just found some chocolate chips, shall I make cookies?" I asked knowing he would say yes.

"Please," he said kissing me.

Chris made himself a sandwich while I started the cookies, after a while he got bored and started distracting me.

"Chris," I warned as I felt his arms slide around my waist.

"Hmmmm," He mumbled kissing my neck.

"If you do that they will take longer," I smiled turning around to face him.

"Maybe I don't care any more." he told me kissing me.

He kissed me again and again and then lengthened the kisses I started to kiss him back and he groaned. Smiling slightly I parted his lips with my tounge and deepened the kiss. He practically curshed me against the counter in his haste to get closer to me, he was kissing me and touching me everywhere. I could feel my heart pounding and his breathing was quickening I knew what he wanted but I didn't seem to be able to stop long enough to tell him to go upstiars.

"Upstiars," I told him eventually, although I wasn't sure he heard me, it wasn't like I was waiting I was undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans as I said it.

"No." I head him say and it took me a moment to realise he meant to going upsairs I was to busy feeling how hard he was.

He took my top off in seconds and before I knew it I was only in my bra. My brain was so far beyond rationallity that I didn't even care we were still in the kitchen, he took my bra off and picked me up in one movement. I took his top of him just as I felt him go inside me. I clung to him as he started moving and I lost all ability to think I felt like we were the only two people on the entire planet.

I woke up and instantly threw up in the bin that was next to my bed. According to the doctor it was my body's way of showing me it was unhappy with what was happening to it. I looked at the clock and saw it was a little after 10pm. After brushing my teeth, going to the toilet and having a quick shower I crawled back into bed, I knew tomorrow would be just as hard as today.