Immaculate

Kenboushou

Sang's POV

Mr Blackbourne stood at the end of the bed, his hands clasped behind his back and his face watchful. Sean was stood beside the bed, Dr Roberts was beside him.

"All your results have come back positive," Dr Roberts said with a warm smile at me. "You've progressed marvellously," he added.

"Your chest will continue to hurt for a week or two. Chest compressions usually leave bruising and although your ribs weren't broken or cracked, it's still a painful thing," Sean spoke up and I looked over at him.

I was in the Academy hospital now and had been here for two days. They had re-run a barrage of tests that had already been done, but it was precautionary, as they said. Some of those results still hadn't arrived but I wasn't worried. I just agreed knowing that Sean would leave no stone unturned. I was extremely grateful of the level of care they were giving me.

"There is one more thing," Dr Roberts was saying and I looked over at him. "We think it would be for your benefit if you talked with a therapist."

"What for?" I asked, unsure of why they wanted this. As far as I knew, since I had been in here, I had no nightmares.

"You drowned, Sang," Dr Roberts sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me kindly. "You were stuck inside the car, that kind of experience can be very hard to deal with. If you talked it over..."

"I'm fine," I said cutting him off, I was not about to talk to any strangers, especially when I couldn't even remember what it was they wanted to talk about.

"Miss Sorenson, I suggest that you..."

"No," I shook my head. "It's fine, honestly. I don't need to talk about it." I told him firmly and changed the subject. "When can I go home?"

"Can I have a moment with Sang?" Sean suddenly asked and they looked at him in surprise but agreed. I frowned as they both left the room, leaving Sean to come and sit down on the bed. He took my hand that had the IV in still, but it was my final bag and then it would be removed.

"Ok, Pookie, talk to me," he said.

"What would you like to talk about?" I asked him and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"You won't fool, Owen, don't even try it. He doesn't need it at the moment, he'll see you're holding back something just like I can see it," he said. "What aren't you saying?"

He had me cornered, and there was no way that I wanted to make things more difficult for Mr Blackbourne than they already were. I knew he was still struggling with his guilt even though we had talked it over.

"Sang." He lowered his head until he could catch my eyes. "This is me, Pookie, you can trust me, you can trust Owen. Don't you know that yet?"

"I can't remember it, Sean," I whispered and he nodded as if he had suspected as much.

"What can you remember?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing, really, I remember getting into the car and then waking up here, everything else is just a complete blank. It's not hazy, it's not foggy, it's just not there. It's like I went right from getting into the car to here."

"What can you remember since you woke up?"

"I remember all of that," I told him and he nodded, indicating for me to tell him more. "I remember Marie coming into see me, and Erica and Uncle, I remember the others all coming in. I can remember all the tests done here."

"It happens sometimes. It's called Retrograde Amnesia, events just before and including the injury are often forgotten. Parts of it may come back with time, and sometimes those memories are never regained. I've been watching you though, Sang, and you've shown no signs of what we call Anterograde Amnesia, which is a problem with creating new memories after the injury. There are no blank spaces since you woke up, are there?"