Remembering Our Dance |Shelax|

Chapter 5

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Shelby

I sat up in a rush.

There was sweat dripping down my face. Or tears.

I can't tell.

It's probably both.

I took in air as I looked around where I was.

I was in a room, that wasn't my own.

What. The. Heck.

Why am I not in my room?

Then, the memories flew back into my head.

The party.

The movie.

The kiss.

The crash.

I stared blankly at the door.

I was in the hospital.

Because I lost my memory.

That I now have.

What now? 

Do I tell the doctor that I remember everything?

 I should, but everything would be different.

I think I should tell no one about this.

Just as I made my final decision, the doctor came in.

"Hello, Miss Graces. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm good."

"We have some news."

"What about?"

"We think that someone interacted with you after the car crash."

My eyes practically bulged out of my face. "What?"

"Once you came in to the hospital, we found it odd that you lost your memory in a car crash and your friends didn't. They ones who claimed to be in the back weren't even buckled. At least, according to them. We discussed this with your friends and they hired a detective."

"What happened?"

"We think that someone poisoned you."

I was shocked.

Who would do that?

"We have to run a couple tests, so we need to keep you in here longer." The doctor walked towards the door

"Okay." I'm going to have to tell them. "Hey, Doc?"

"Yes?"

"I, um, I got my memory back."

He looked at me for a moment. Then he walked toward me. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I remember everything."

"Okay. We'll have your friends informed when they-"

"No no. It's okay. I don't want to tell them. I remember what happened in my other life. I want to start another clean slate."

The doctor sighed. "I've never heard that one before."

"Neither have I." I muttered. "Also, if you could not tell them about the poison. I don't want to worry them."

"Ma'am, it's my job to tell them."

"Please. I don't want them to worry." I pleaded.

He sighed again. "What are you in here for? I told them yesterday that you could be signed out."

"How long do you think that I'm going to be in here?"

"It depends."

"What are some sicknesses that depend?"

"I could say that your memory is at risk to getting a memory disorder."

"Thank you."

"I don't get paid enough for this job." He muttered and walked out.

I've narrowed my follower names down to two choices.

Either

1- My little flowers

OR

2- My little demons

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