Journey to Fate

7| memory

The sound that woke me up from my unconsciousness was not the loud yelling and screaming coming from people around me, it was not from the bright lights towering over me shining brightly oblivious of my droopy eyes. It was Harrys voice that woke me up, his beautiful-raspy, cheery voice.

But his voice this moment was not cheery. It was filled of worry and pain. "Nadia!" Was what he was screaming over and over again. After a couple of more times of listening to him scream my name, I finally lift my head just a little bit to see that Im in a gurney, being pushed by a doctor and 3 nurses telling the doctor what was wrong with me and Harry.

I look down at my feet and it was covered in white cloth but stained with red. Blood.

Harrys voice interrupts my thoughts when he screams my name again. He was also in a gurney, except he only had one nurse. And he didn't look that bad. Not as bad as me probably.

His eyes were red and puffy from tears. Which made me want to cry. I look at him weakly and for some reason, even in the current condition, I decide to give him a small smile. Trying to reassure him that I was ok and that I just needed a couple of stitches. Its kind of hard to tell someone all that just through your eyes. But yet he understands, because he nods slowly, his lips trembling hard.

I knew I needed more then just stitches. I probably needed surgery or something. There were a lot of injuries on my body. A couple just scrapes but the others are gushing blood and beginning to get swollen. Not like it wasn't swollen before but, its iust much bigger now.

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I was right about having to have surgery. But I didnt expect everything to seem so fast. But I guess it was only fast cause all the drugs the doctor gave me.

I woke up when I heard a glass shatter. Im kind of upset that I woke up. I mean, I dont want to wake up in pain, but then again life is unfair and thats exactly what happens. All my body parts start aching. And my leg, it was just too hurtful for me to describe. I look to the way that the shattered glass was. And there sat my mother. Looking awfully guilty, as if she killed someone.

She looked at my features and started crying. She took my hands and asked if I was alright and what had happened. But I had the feeling she already knew because she told me that the 'tree' ,that came crashing into the left side of the car window and hit Harrys head, was from a truck that was holding them for this company to make paper. But i guess there must've been too much of them so it went onto the road and decided to crash into us.

Im such an idiot. I forgot about the most important thing ever when something like this happens. I forgot to ask about Harrys situation.

I gulp from my thoughts, nervous. "Is Harry alright?" I ask her, interrupting what she was saying before about the truck driver and how stupid he was to drive in a neighborhood. She said she had asked the doctor why the truck was there in the first place and he said that the highway was full of traffic. So? You decide to go through a frikin neighborhood. Look where its gotten ME and HARRY.

My mom looked at me and then. Looked down. Why is it that I have a bad feeling about this?

"Hes ok. Hes in perfect condition and he just got a couple of stitches. I sigh a relief and smiled a little. Thats all that mattered. But then she started talking again. She couldn't just stop there,huh?

"The only bad thing is that he has amnesia, and he-uh ummm- he might not remember a couple of things." I open my mouth slightly in shock. Amnesia. A partial or permanent  loss of memory. "But thats impossible. He was screaming my name when we got here. He remembers me though, right?" I ask her, concern filling my voice. My eyes are wet a little.

"I dont know, honey." She says shrugging and shaking her head. I start crying. Crying and crying until all my tears were gone for the day. The tears will come back. And so will Harrys memories. All those memories of me and him and the boys and Katie will all come back. He cant just forget us. Especially from all we've been through. He has to remember. I'll make him remember. Even if its the last thing I do.