Leave The City (Book 8 of Adopted by the Josephs)

91. Samantha

I spent the weekend in the hospital, bored out of my mind and confused. I couldn't remember going to a basketball game with Dylan. I couldn't actually remember Friday at all.

"It's likely you've got some mild amnesia from the seizures you had. It's also possible you were sicker than you realized and weren't completely cognizant on Friday," Dr. Roberts said.

"Will I get the memories back?" I asked.

"I don't know," Dr. Roberts admitted. Uncle Brendon and Aunt Sarah looked between themselves.

I frowned. I didn't like having an entire missing day. And I worried what that could mean.

"If you don't get the memories back, Sam, it's not actually an indication of anything more... nefarious," Dr. Roberts said. "It's entirely possible your fever was higher than realized and you were actually not really, aware, I suppose.  It's not indicative of anything other than you had a very high fever that we had trouble getting down, and several seizures, which we've attributed to the fever."

I nodded and Uncle Brendon and Aunt Sarah asked some questions. All in all, if Dr. Roberts wasn't too worried, and he told us to keep an eye out to make sure I didn't have any further memory problems. But I was pretty sure Friday was the only day I didn't remember.

Dylan and his parents had been visiting all weekend, too. Well, Dylan never really left. He did go home to take a shower Saturday evening while I was sleeping, but when I woke up, he was back. Dylan's parents came during the day on Saturday.

On Sunday evening, I was sprung. I was still coughing and felt kind of crappy, but my fever hadn't come back and the doctor said as long as it stayed down, he was fine for me to recuperate at home.

I felt completely drained by the time we got home, even though it was only 7:30 at night.

Dylan had come home with us and the four of us sat in the living room, just relaxing and watching by some TV.

I woke up in my bed in the morning. I still didn't feel great.

There was a knock at my door.

"Come in," I said, still curled up in bed.

"Hey Sam," Uncle Brendon said, coming into my room. "How're you feeling?"

I shrugged.

"Kinda crappy," I coughed.

Uncle Brendon nodded.

"You're not going to school today, but you can do online if you feel up to it. Dylan said he'd get your homework for you if you're okay with him coming over after."

I shrugged.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He frowned, sitting on the bed beside me and feeling my forehead. "You're not warm."

"I'm okay. Just drained. And achy," I said.

"Okay. Well, you do need to eat. Do you want to come downstairs?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I'll bring you something. Toast? Coffee?"

"Toast please. And tea?"

"You got it," he smiled and left. Aunt Sarah poked her head into my room.

"Feeling crappy?" She asked. I nodded.

"Aunt Sarah?" I asked as she was about to go downstairs. She came back to my door.

"Yeah?" She asked. "What's up? You okay?"

I shook my head and tears came to my eyes.

"Sam! What's the matter?" She asked, coming and sitting where Uncle Brendon had just been.