I. memories not found

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You were too distracted listening to music on your earphones while making your way to the bus stop after a long day of work. That day, everything was so stressful that your mind was wandering, wishing you could be at home as soon as possible.

You didn't even pay attention to your surroundings, and by the time you realized, the car was already too close for you to have any reaction. You couldn't even jump out of the way, find a way to escape.

Everything happened too fast and whatever happened after that was a blur. Or more like a fog, a blank.

You opened your eyes slowly. The pounding headache and the lights made this simple task a bit difficult. It looked like you were a bit dizzy and weak. By this time, you were starting to freak out, wondering where you were and why you were there. You don't even remember leaving your home.


— I see you're finally awake, (Y/N). — a husky voice that seemed too far was the first thing you heard. You turned your head way too fast to look at who was talking to you, making your head hurt even more and making you flinch in pain. However, you could see a dark haired man with tattoos and piercing eyes. He looked a bit serious, and by the name tag, you could see he was Dr. Trafalgar Law. — Take it easy, you're recovering from the accident. So don't make any sudden movements, alright?


"Accident"? Did he just say "accident"? You took your hand to your head, only to feel bandages and seeing scratches all over your arms.


— We need to run a few tests still. — he continued as he read what seemed to be your files. — We'll also need to keep an eye on you for a couple of days. If everything is normal, you'll be free to go, alright?


He waited for your answer long enough. The man moved closer, placing his hand over yours, making you move away from his touch. Why was that doctor being that intimate? You were about to push the emergency button when his words made you stop.


— Love, I know it's scary. But you know I'm here with you. I'll take a couple days off to take care of you if you need, okay?


Wait, what? "Love?" What was he talking about? He was probably delusional due all the hours working, or he was thinking you were someone else.


— I'm sorry, doctor. — your weak voice said, trying to stay away as much as you could. — But I think you're confused. And this is probably against the law. You as a doctor should know that the relationship between a doctor and a patient should be not more than professional. Now I want to request another doctor, please.


At first, Law thought you were only joking, which seemed to be a good signal for him. A sign that you were alright even though you hit your head on the floor when you fell. But when Trafalgar noted your serious, and even angry, features, he knew it wasn't a joke.

Apparently, things were way more serious than he was expecting.


— (Y/N), I need to know if you're talking seriously or if you're joking. — he got up, starting to write on a paper he was holding. — You don't remember me?


Why should you?


— I'm sorry, doctor. Should I know who you are? — when these words left your mouth, Law tried to be rational like the doctor he was. Even though it wasn't your fault or his faut, and even though amnesia after a concussion like yours was a possibility, it broke his heart.


It wasn't just a joke of yours.

You didn't remember him.


And if you didn't remember him, it made Law wonder: what else didn't you remember?


— Okay, we'll run exams as soon as possible. I'll call the nurse to bring you some food for dinner... I'll call your family as well and... We'll... We'll see what we can do now. — the tattooed doctor left the room quickly.


His reaction made you worry. You knew something wasn't right, and you wouldn't leave that hospital and go back to your normal life so soon.


The hospital food wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be. The soup was decent, the orange juice probably wasn't fresh, but the vanilla pudding was good enough for your taste. It seemed like an eternity until Law came back, only to find you messing with the remote, trying to find something to watch and trying to find the remote for your bed.

The man sat by your bed and took a deep breath, still holding a notepad and a black pen.


— (Y/N), tell me, what do you remember? — you looked at him with a puzzled look. You remembered many things. — What is the last thing you remember before waking up here? — he completed.


You tilted your head and looked up trying to think. It felt like trying to force your brain to remember something specific hurt your head somehow. Because you don't remember anything that could lead you to the hospital. So you decided to tell what you thought were your last steps that day.


— I woke up, got ready, ate breakfast and went to work. By the time my shift was done, I had to hurry because I needed to go to college in a few minutes... — before you could finish your sentence, the man interrupted you.


— College? — he widened his eyes. Why was he that surprised? Was he thinking you couldn't get a degree? — (Y/N), you graduated 4 years ago.


You looked at him in disbelief and then started laughing. For a man who looked so serious, he was good at making jokes. It was probably his way to make patients feel better or something.


— You're very funny, doctor. But no, I still have a semester left. And I should get going, because I still have homework to do. And I really need to rest, my head still feels weird.


— I'm not joking, we're in 2022. You graduated 4 years ago. You forgot everything for the past 4 years! — his voice tried to sound as calm as possible, but to be honest, he was starting to freak out.


Law was an amazing doctor, and rarely let any sad or extreme cases get to him, but it was you. The love of his life. Of course he'd be affected by it.

If you don't remember graduating, then it meant you didn't remember meeting him a year later.

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