when you remember me { Trafalgar Law x Reader }

II. diagnosis and a little box

That's when you started freaking out. The moment you noticed that man was actually serious and that you lost 4 years worth of memories, memories that you didn't know if you could recover at some point. You looked at the doctor with wide eyes, almost crying at this point.

— Will I be able to remember? Will... will I be able to recover sometime? — your voice was breaking. — What should I do now?

— It's... Probably temporary. — he started, looking away. — But I... I'll get you another doctor. It'll be for the best... — that's all Law said before leaving the room.

Law couldn't be affected by your case. He would be too involved, of course. Trafalgar would end up letting his feelings take over, something that he couldn't let happen. He tried his best to be professional, but seeing the love of his life in such desperation made his heart clench a little.

You were alone in the room, desperate and wondering what else you didn't remember. Your graduation, family trips, moments with your friends, and even relationships you had in the past 4 years.

Another doctor soon entered the room, his name tag said he was called Marco. He was very calm and friendly. The blonde doctor reassured you about your situation. Apparently, due to the traumatic brain injury which damaged a part of your brain called hippocampus, it's important to create new memories and recall old events.

To sum up everything he said, you were experiencing retrograde memory loss, which means you ended up forgetting things that happened right before the accident, but also forgot some major life events, dates or names.

Marco tried to be as calm and professional as possible when he said you'd probably never be able to recover some of those memories. If you were lucky and could trigger these memories somehow, you could start to remember a few things. But it'd need time and patience.

However, you still needed some exams, which you spent the next hour doing. X Ray, blood tests, CT scan... Everything to make sure you didn't have any other trauma or injury.

When you went back to your room, the nurse brought your painkillers and antibiotics, making you spend the rest of the night sleeping and waking up. Once in a while, you even felt the presence of someone getting in the room.

The day after, you woke up with another nurse bringing you your breakfast. Toast, butter, fruit and orange juice. Honestly, you weren't even that hungry, but you needed to eat because of the medication.

To your surprise, Law came back. Apparently tired, with a little box and a cup of coffee. It was good to see him, you needed to talk to that man and ask why he called you "love" and seemed so intimate.

— Hey... — you said, almost in a whisper. — Good morning?

— Good morning, (Y/N). — he sat next to you and placed his cup of coffee on the table next to your bed, right next to your phone that had no use right now, since you didn't even remember your password and it was half broken. — Dr. Fushichou probably told you about how you can bring some memories back, or at least try to. So... I decided to bring some stuff that was in our room, maybe they can help somehow.

"Our" room?

— I'm sorry, what do you mean by "our room"? — you asked.

Law looked down and shook his head. For a second he forgot that you didn't remember him. Better than explaining, he simply opened the box to show you what he meant.

The box had pictures, candy wrappers, a few tickets, a certificate, jewelry, letters and little notes. Maybe he was being anxious, ambitious even. Your accident happened so recently that maybe it was too soon to try to make you remember.

But Law needed to try.

First, he put a picture of you at what seemed to be your graduation. You were smiling holding your diploma.

— This was your graduation day. — he started. — I wasn't there, but you said how it was one of the best days of your life.

You held the picture and stared at it for so long, almost as if you were forcing yourself to remember. You wanted to remember.

You needed to remember.

Soon enough, Law placed a movie ticket and a candy wrapper on your lap, making you raise your eyebrow.

— This is from our first date. I always asked you why you kept it after that long, you said it was because you wanted to remember this moment forever. — the nostalgia made a subtle smile appear on the corner of his lips. — We wanted different movies at first, but we ended up agreeing later on. This is the candy we shared. We got it from a Japanese store at the mall and were curious to try it.

You giggled, trying to imagine what it was like. Law seemed to be a serious man, you couldn't imagine him sharing a candy, but could imagine him arguing about the movie. You touched the ticket and the candy wrapper, as if it could suddenly bring the memory back.

But nothing happened.

— Maybe... With some time I'll remember, right? — you whispered, still looking at the tickets and focusing on the date of the movie. — Then we'll be able to laugh about this together again...

After a second of silence, you looked at Trafalgar.

— You'll help me... Right? — you continued, almost pleading.

His tattooed hand touched yours almost impulsively, completely forgetting that you didn't remember who he was. So maybe you wouldn't want a "stranger" touching your hand. But to his surprise, you didn't move. Instead, you held tighter.

The sensation of his skin touching yours and his gray eyes looking into yours was familiar somehow, almost as if deep inside, hidden somewhere in your brain, your feelings for him were still there. It was hard to explain, but maybe you were just feeling delusional.

— I'll help, don't worry.

Before he could keep showing you the other memories, his phone started ringing. Apparently, he needed to rush to another hospital he worked at.

— I'll be back as soon as possible. — the dark haired man said, placing the box on your lap. — I'll be here before you get sent home, alright?

He asked, as he got up in a hurry. You nodded, opening the little memory box and checking what you could find in there.