Amnesia

chapter three

emma's p.o.v.

I don't know who I am crying to at this point. A doctor or a nurse or Luke. Michael doesn't seem to remember anything, but that doesn't mean that him forgetting me is getting easier.

Luke told me he would remember in time. How much time? Eight days or Eight weeks. Eight months.

Time is too far away. But all I can do is at least help him. Help him remember.

It was now Tuesday. Four days since the crash. They were letting me take Michael out. I am going to take him to his favourite places.

First stop: My house. I hadn't changed in forever, so I needed a new change of clothes. I invited Michael in and told him to sit on the couch while I go change.

I put on some sweatpants and a black t-shirt. As much as I wanted to actually put pants on, but the skinny jeans I had on for four days cut off my blood circulation. I brused my hair out, making my hair puffy. I brushed my teeth as well and put deodorent on. I ran outside, putting tennis shoes on and smiled at Michael.

" Are you ready? "

" Yeah, I'm still a bit confused of who you are though. " He said gently.

I sighed, my eyes tearing up. I shook my head and wiped my eyes.

" My name is Emma. I am your girlfriend.. but you don't remember. and that's okay. " I say softly.

Michael walks up to me, probably feeling bad, and wraps his arms around me. As an instinct, I hug him.

This isn't going to be easy. Not kissing him or calling him whenever I need something. Not hugging him when I'm sad.

I'm fine.