Immaculate Misconception [r.h] ✓

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Hey guys, I'm aware that the picture described in here is of Jessica and Ricky, but lets pretend it is Sara and Ricky for the stories sake please? Thank you!
It wasn't a long drive from the hospital to Chris' house, maybe ten to fifteen minutes at most. He pulled into a driveway and turned off the car, jumping out to come help me again. He was a sweet guy, and I felt like I wouldn't be able to do much of anything myself while here with him.

His house was a one story, but it looked spacious. Chris unlocked the front door, stepping in and me following suit. We immediately entered a living room, a long walkway of tile led to the kitchen I think while everything else was carpeted. Dark leather couches were the only piece of sitting furniture in here, set behind a glass coffee table and a pretty big flat screen television. I walked down the tile pathway, and sure enough it led into the kitchen.

Chris disappeared as I looked around, everything was tile in here. The kitchen itself was small, the middle counter taking up a lot of the space. There was a table that sat six at the far end of the room, beside a sliding glass door that obviously led to the backyard. I peeked out there, seeing a lot of grass and trees. The patio in front of the door held another table set, a barbecue next to it. Something tells me Chris liked to grill a lot, it was a pretty fancy looking barbecue to me.

I left the kitchen and entered a hallway, finding many doors and found one of them to lead to a guest bathroom. The rest were different rooms, all carpeted. One caught my eye a little, it had another smaller leather couch with guitars of all kinds and a keyboard in the corner as well as a drum set.

Continuing on I found another room that I believed was Chris', it was a pig sty in there. I saw Chris in the room beside his, and walked in to see an empty one. It had a queen sized bed, black comforter and red pillows which probably meant the bed sheets were red too. A window was on the far wall the second you walked in, I liked the light that poured into the room from it. The walls were white, a few frames on them. I walked over to one that held a picture of some person in front of a smashed mirror, a crow I believe perched on their hand, something in red scribbled along the cracks. Above it all read the words "Motionless In White".

"Whose Motionless In White?" I asked Chris, and he chuckled at my question but then sighed.

"My band," he replied.

"Really? Are you any good?" I smiled, I wanted to hear his music.

"You always thought so before," he nodded. "I'll play something for you a little later tonight." he promised.

I nodded, agreeing with that offer.

"You hungry at all?" he asked me.

"A little," I admitted.

"Well, your options are soup, cereal, or I can throw some burgers or hot dogs on the grill?"

"Burgers and hot dogs, please," I smiled and hummed in delight.

"On it," Chris nodded. "You're welcome to watch TV in the living room or explore some more. Some of the others you woke up to see earlier will be around at some point to drop off some of your stuff." he informed me.

I nodded, and walked into the living room, grabbing the only remote on the coffee table and switching on the screen and satellite. The first thing to come on was an episode of The Fosters, one of my favorite shows.

Ricky's Point of View

This was unbelievable. I was currently packing up my girlfriend's stuff into a couple boxes with Ryan and Josh, and we had to take them over to Chris' later tonight. I shouldn't have to be packing up her stuff, Chris should've just told her where she lived before the accident and maybe coming back here would jog her memory?

But of course, he offers her to stay with him instead. I wasn't mad about this, I was disappointed. Chris now got to be the one that takes care of Sara while she recovers fully from the accident. Sara probably has medicine her doctor prescribed and Chris gets to be the one to call it in, something the boyfriend should be doing for the one they love. I'd been taking care of Sara for the past almost year, she's been my entire world and I've done nothing but care for her. She was sick like twice since we started dating, and I always cuddled with her in bed or on the couch as we watched movies with blankets.

I'd make her soup and treat her like a baby, to which she'd end up whining about, saying she was capable of doing whatever on her own. I was also sad that she was living with Chris right now, I had a plan. When I first initially found out she couldn't remember any of us, it broke me inside. I wasn't sure how far back she'd lost her memory, nobody was told that information. But it was enough to forget about me, about us, about everyone. Wasn't sure how she remembered Chris' name, I admit it stung a little when she asked for him to talk to first and not me, I hoped she'd at least recall my name.

We'd been through enough throughout our relationship, and now we were only facing more shit. It wasn't her fault that she got in an accident, it was the godforsaken driver that didn't stop and thought they could drive through a red light. They got out with a few cuts and bruises, while Sara, my Sara, my entire world, the girl I loved with every single fiber within my being, was in a coma for almost a month.

My Sara has the brain injury that caused short term memory loss, which now that I thought about it means she didn't know anything about the good times we'd been through. Not the bad, the good.

I sighed and looked around the room, not seeing Josh or Ryan anywhere. I grabbed a picture of the two of us off the nightstand, and shoved it on top of one of the boxes before shutting it. I wasn't sure what Chris planned on doing to help with her memory, I didn't know if the doctor even asked him to do anything. But just in case, maybe looking at this picture however much she ended up looking, would help in gaining back some type of memory. Hopefully the one from how this picture came to be, I loved this picture.

It was sort of simple, I took it when we were walking around the park one afternoon just to get some fresh air. I had taken out my phone, and we started taking weird and random selfies in front of some bush-tree-thing. One that we took was of us kissing, which we later printed out and placed in a picture frame. It sat on her nightstand, that was placed on her side of the bed, hopefully she'd put it in the same spot but in Chris' house. That's where she wanted it before, maybe she'd want it there again.

"Ready Ricky?" Josh popped his head into the room and asked.

"Yeah," I sighed as I picked up the box full of clothes. I hope this was enough to last her until she gained her memory back.

I really, really didn't want to take everything that belonged to her out of this room, or even worse out of this house.

The three of us climbed into my car, and I drove towards Chris' house. It was weird only having mine parked in the driveway, I was so used to seeing Sara's parked right next to it. Her car was totaled though, and I had it sent to a repair shop in hopes they could fix it. But, if I had to, I'd buy her a new car if it ended up not fixable. A guy really loved someone when they said they'd buy them a new car, honestly words or objects, or whatever couldn't explain my love for that girl.

It just hurt knowing she didn't remember the love she once felt for me as well.