Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

3: Coffee, MRI and a cancelled tour

I wake up to the smell of coffee wafting through the air. I'd recognize this smell from miles away. Though I immediately know something has shifted. The smell doesn't make me completely nauseous, like it used to. Strange enough, it does the exact opposite of that: it makes my mouth water.

I sit up in my bed and I see where the smell is coming from. Harry is sitting on the chair next to my bed, almost like he never moved, holding a cup.

"Hey, you're awake. I've got you some coffee, just how you like it."

"You have to help me here. How do I like it?" I ask him. He looks confused, but he answers me.

"Cappuccino, with a little bit of sugar." He says and hands me the cup. I take it from him. It's so hot, I almost burn my fingers holding it. But I hide it, I don't want him to see that. I don't exactly know why not.

"That's funny." I mumble.

"How do you remember you like your coffee?" He says, a small smile playing around his lips. Probably because of the weirdness of this situation, that just won't wear off.

"From what I remember, I don't. I hate coffee. The smell of it makes me sick. Or actually, it used to. This smells really good." I say as I sniff the liquid content of the cup. My hands are getting used to the temperature, and it's actually quite nice, because my hands are always cold. There's something that has stayed the same.

"You used to hate coffee?" He asks surprised. "You don't anymore. I don't know anyone who loves coffee more than you." He tells me. I take a sip, and I immediately burn my mouth.

"Careful there, it might still be hot." He says, laughing at the wild motions my hands are making. I blow at the coffee and take another sip, a really small one this time. I immediately feel the hot liquid flowing through my body, like it's warming up my blood. And somehow, it feels familiar. Like I've drunk a lot of this beverage, even though that's not what I remember.

"Wow, this is so good." I moan as I take another small sip.

"I've never seen you enjoy a cup of coffee so much." Harry chuckles.

"You know, it still feels weird, sitting here with you of all people." I say.

"So you didn't suddenly remember everything when you were asleep?" Harry asks, somewhat disappointed.

"Nope. I'm sorry. Still nothing."

We're both quiet for a while. This situation is just too weird. We both don't know what to say.

Thankfully, the doctor enters the room and breaks the silence.

"We've got your test results." She says.

Harry suddenly looks very concerned, maybe anticipating something bad. Although for him, this is already bad.

"Everything looks good. Your blood levels are completely normal. How's the memory coming along?"

I just shake my head. The doctor frowns. That can't be good.

"Hmm. Normally something should have come back by now. We're going to take you to do an MRI, hopefully that will bring some clarity."

I just nod, not sure how else to react to this news.

Harry helps me out of bed and into a wheelchair. He pushes me through the hallways of the hospital. It feels very unnatural.

We enter a room that has a big machine in it. A doctor helps me lie down on the bed.

"This bed will move into the scanner. It might take a while, and it's very important that you stay still. If there's something wrong, you can press this button." The doctor hands me a device with a button on it. Then he hands me a pair of headphones.