Amnesia

Chapter 20

A/N just thought I'd mention. that it's been a year since they started college. Enjoy reading!

One month later, I'm whizzing around in my wheelchair, going to a clinic that helps me every week.

I've gained 5 kilograms, and  apparently that's good.
   I'm proud of myself.

"When's your back better, Sam? Because I really want a day out in town with you, we haven't done that in a very long time." Mark asks.

Mark has been my friend for a good while, but we go to different colleges so we don't see each other much.

"Well it's been nearly three months, and the nurses told me yesterday that they're going to see how I'm walking today." I say brightly, not giving a confident answer.

"That's great, Sam! So any news?"
"Well..." I search through my memory for news. "I think me and Evan might be getting a flat soon! What about you?"

"That's great! Do you know where? When?" Mark buzzes.

"Somewhere near our college, when my back it better we'll be looking for them. I'm really excited to be living with Evan." I grin, my mouth wide and cheeks pink.

"That's great! I have news too. Robyn and I got back together!"

I groan. Robyn constantly cheats on Mark, they break up, and then months later they get back together. The cycle is never ending.

"Mark," I moan, "why on earth do you keep taking her back? She cheats on you every. Single. Time."

Mark huffs. "She's changed-"

"Like she says that every single time?" I challenge.
"Look, I know you don't see eye to eye..."

"I hate her."

"But please try to be happy for us? For me?" Mark says, blinking his big brown eyes.

I groan in defeat. "Fine, but when she cheats on you, promise you won't get back together?"

"If she cheats on me. If."

"And you owe me a tenner." I smirk.

"Deal," Mark shakes my hand.

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Mark sits in the chair as the nurses and doctors help me walk. My smile is as wide as a toddler who just got told they can go to Disneyland.

I look down at my legs. They are white match sticks from not walking for three months. The calf muscles have completely disappeared.

I look up, still over joyed that I'm walking.

Mark smiles at me. The nurses smile at me. The doctors smile at me. I'm smiling.

It's a happy time.

"Well done, Sam!" Mark exclaims. To the nurses he asks, "when will she be able to walk?"

"Well everyday we will give her physio to help build up the muscles of her legs, and she will practice walking. I'd say it will take another month, but we can't be positive." She replies to Mark. 

"C'mon, Sam. Get your skinny arse back in that chair, we'll go back to your room and listen to the Little Mix album." Mark laughs, helping me towards the chair.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that! When is the concert?" I say once I'm settled in the chair.

"Two months, but we need to know all of the songs so we can scream the lyrics!" He says, wheeling me.

"Okay. Mark, use those puny biceps to push a bit faster, a granny could walk faster than this!"

"Bitch," he laughs, running with the wheelchair. 

When we reach my bed, I am assisted on it and then Mark sits with me.

"Okay," Mark says, playing the album on Spotify. "We need to know this word perfect, got it?"

"Aye aye, sir."

On the second round of the album, an hour later, we're singing along to it.

"Why can't you hold me in the street, why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?" Mark and I sing, fake tears rolling down. We cling to each other, pretending to be heartbroken. 

We fake cry to the sad songs, dance to the groovy ones, and act dramatic at the, well, dramatic songs.

"Don't you know that I'm grown now?" We dance, our arms waving in the air. We collapse in laughter, tears rolling down our cheeks, our smiles wide.

"I've missed you, Sam." Mark gasps through laughter.

"I've missed you too, shit face," 

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One of the nurses, who is named Jasmine, comes in. Jasmine is my favourite nurse. She has multiple individual plaits braided on her head. Her black hair is dyed red at the ends, and she has a warm smile.

"Hello, Sam! I'm afraid you need to take these painkillers, your cycle is nearly finished though."

I groan. The painkillers you have to swallow, so it takes me ages to get it down. The taste is not pleasant either, a strong chemical smell and taste.

"Do I have to?" I challenge. Jasmine doesn't reply, just gives me a look that confirms that I must take the pill.

I get a class of water and put the pill under my tongue. I am not eating that. I drink the water a few times before "swallowing" the pill.

"Satisfied?" I ask, one eyebrow arched. 

"Very. Thank you, Sam." Jasmine nods. "I'll check in on you in two more hours, OK? See ya,"

I smile and wave. 

Mark oblivious that I haven't eaten the pill, I discreetly put the pill in tissue and then in the bin, along with the other pills.

Mark is lying beside me, nearly throwing me off the bed. If I stop clinging to the sheets for just one second I'll plummet to the ground.

"Mark, would it be possible for you to give me enough room for at least a butt cheek? Or would that be to much bother?" I say, my voice thick with sarcasm.

"Oh you're so funny." Mark pouts. He moves over. "That enough room for you, Your Highness?"

"Yes, thank you."

We smile at eachother. The rest of the day is full of laughter and chatting. Mark is a good friend.

A/N nothing really happened in this, t'was just a normal chapter. Sorry my updating is all over the place I had writers block!