Remembering Our Dance |Shelax|

Chapter 4

Shelby

The doctor walked into the room. 

"Is this a bad time?" He said.

"No. I think everything is fine." I looked at my 'friends'. "Right?"

"Yeah. E-Everything is fine." The red head said.

I remember him telling me his name, but I'm not to sure that I remember it.

I shook the thought away and looked at the doctor. "What's the matter with me, doc?"

He looked at the group of guys around me. "Shelby-" he looked back at me."You, have retrograde episodic memory loss. Which basically means that you forget things that happened to you before the injury. This is called retrograde amnesia, retrograde meaning the memory came before the injury. There are two main divisions; declarative memory and non-declarative memory. Declarative memories are those you show you learned by telling people. They're a narrative. Say you lose all memories for specific events, or episodes, in your life; you can't remember going to school, learning to play basketball, your first kiss, your first job, all that autobiographical knowledge. You've lost your episodic memory. In this specific case, since those things happened before the injury, you have retrograde episodic memory loss." The doctor finished talking.

"Wow. That's a lot to take in." I said.

"You're telling me." Ross said.

"Thank you, doc." I said. "When can I leave?"

"You are can leave whenever you want now. All you need to do is have a family member sign you out in the front."

"Okay. Thanks." I said.

"Ross." I looked over everyone until I found him. "You said you're my cousin right?"

"I'm not sure if cousin's count. I think it has to be immediate family."

"Well, let's go call them over here."

"It's not that simple."

"Why?" I asked, suddenly curious.

"You moved here from New York a few months ago. Mainly because you-" Ross continued.

"It's fine. I'll deal with it." The red head said.

"Okay. Thank you... I'm sorry, what's your name again."

"Max." He got his phone out and tapped the screen.

"Alright. Thank you. Can I have my phone at least? Some guy came in here and told me to call him."

"Who was he?" The Max asked, lowering the phone from his face.

"He said I could find him in my contacts list."

"What's his name?" Ross asked.

"Tyler."

"No. You are not calling him." Max took my phone away.

"Why?! Am I not allowed to call my boyfriend?! Is that it? Or are you jealous!?" I yelled.

He looked at me, our eyes meeting for just one second, until they filled with tears and he ran. Dropping my phone in the process.