Amnesia Hearts - Lando Norris

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

『 ❛ 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ❜ 』

It is heartwarming to see Lando so happy, so goofily smiling at just the little things I suddenly do know. And I can't describe what is happening or how, all of a sudden, the blank places in my head are finally starting to get color.

He had trusted the progress all along; even though I had hurt him, he trusted in me. In us.

"Are you ready?" Lando shakes me from my thoughts, and I realize we are in the parking lot of the hospital already. "Do you need a second?"

I smile and shake my head, "I am okay. Let's go inside. I am sure Jesslyn is waiting for us, too."

We landed last night and slept in my apartment. I didn't want to go back with my parents and sleep at their place. Thankfully, they understood but asked if Lando and I could come over after the hospital visit.

I step out of the car. Lando is waiting for me on the hood and extends his hand. I accept his hand, feeling the heat radiating as we intertwine our fingers. He gives me a soft squeeze, and I smile at him.

"We've got this."

"I know we do," He replies. "I always did."

Inside the hospital, we sign in at the reception of the neurology department and take a seat in the waiting area. Jesslyn made the appointment with the neurologist, and she would join in on the conversation as well. As the attending physician, she'll handle the follow-up appointment after this one, and show great interest to just be at all of them.

"Lando, Aurora, how lovely to see you again," she greets us. "Come on in."

We follow her to the doctor's room; the neurologist greets us as well, and we both take a seat.

"So, from what I've been hearing, everything is going the right way? You seem to remember small parts of your life?"

I nod, "Yeah. Simple things, actually. Lando's favourite coffee order, my favourite color. Uhm... mundane stuff."

"That's a very good start. I'd still like to have an MRI, just to check if there are differences between now and the last time."

"Sure. I'm fine with that."

Lando nods, too, "When will you be able to do so?"

"Let me check. I hope I can schedule in right now, but it is a busy day," the neurologist says, starting to type on his computer and clicking through its system. "Ah, as I thought. Not today, but I can schedule in either tomorrow morning or next month. As I said, radiology is crazy busy."

"Tomorrow is fine," I say quickly. I want to get over it; I just want to go to the necessary check-up appointments and forget about all the memories that might not even come back. I grab Lando's hand, "Right, Lando?"

"Yeah, I will come with you. Tomorrow is fine."

"Perfect. Any question right now?"

"Uhm…" I lick my lips nervously, and Lando softly squeezes my hand. "Are there any… conversational therapies that might help me with regaining my memory?"

"What are you thinking of?"

"I don't know," I say hesitantly. "Psychotherapy?"

"Hypnosis?"

"Yeah, I guess," I say with a little sigh. "I just… I want to remember who I was, what I've done… How I felt for people," I look at Lando saying those last words.

"We can definitely try such a thing. Let me call our psychologist to see if he can fit you in any time soon."

"That would be great."

Then, it was just a few quick neurological tests, and Lando and I were on our way outâ€"on our way to my parents. I have no idea what to expect or what they were going to say to make what they did okay.

"Are you ready?" Lando asks, and I nod slowly.

"I don't know what I would've done without you."

Lando smiles, "I will not leave you, okay? Not even amnesia can make me go away. I love you, I always will. And I will stay with you beyond the days of you finding your love for me back."

"Thank you," I feel the tears burning behind my eyes, his words so touching I want to cry again. "I hope I can say it back to you... I know I will."

"And until then, I will keep trying to make you fall in love with me even harder than I made you fall three years ago."

"Deal."

We make our way inside my parents house, they were waiting for us in the living room and gesture to take a seat on the couch. We do, with our hands intertwined. It was a force of habit; something I sometimes didn't even realize I did.

"How was the hospital visit?" My mom asks, trying to start the conversation.

"It went well. I have another MRI tomorrow," I reply, and explain how they are going to compare the results to the first taken MRI. "And lastly, I will start psychotherapy to see if hypnosis can regain my lost memories."

"That sounds very good," My mom says, she tried to smile carefully at the explanations. "Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Not lie anymore. Not keeping things away for me. It was my life, and it is still my life that I lost. I want to do everything to regain it," I look at Lando before I continue, "And I want to fall in love again. With Lando."

"Of course," My dad replies. "We owe you both a sincere apology for how we handled things. We never meant to hurt you, and I promise we did it without any bad intentions. If I could turn time, I'd have done it differently."

"I understand," Lando answers before I can. "If I had a daughter, and it seemed like her boyfriend was secretly cheating on her, and I got hands on the evidence, I'd have thrown it in his face, too."

I nod in agreement, "I forgive you."

"As do I," Lando nods along, and my parents smile widely.

"Thank you, thank you both."