In Loving Memory

Chapter Two

My breath is coming out in tiny gasps as I process what doctor Roberts is saying.

I was in an accident, I lost my memory. And for some reason I've been living in South Carolina. I look at him in panic. I can't breath, my chest is tight and Im starting to feel like I can't breath.

"Miss. Sang, you need to calm down sweetheart." A calm male voice says coming from the doorway. A spark lights up in my brain but as quick as it came it disappeared and it made me cry harder.

"Sang, pookie, calm down." A warm hand lays itself on the back of my neck and makes me go between my legs.

"Pookie, you got this good girl, good girl." The still disembodied voice says closer to my ear.

After I've calmed down he lets me up and I lock eyes with him. Green hits me and makes me lose my breath. I remember these eyes, well the color anyways, in two ways, the way they're staring at me now, and behind glasses. But they were a darker green behind glasses.

Ginger and a faint citrus scent make me sigh. Why does this random man make me relax?

"Pookie?" The man says I stare him down and take in his appearance. Hes in jeans and a grey tee-shirt, the jeans... flashes hit me of a condo, ginger citrus, spaghetti and... and... I squint at him, making more unwilling tears fall, and clench my jaw.

"Dr. Green here is going to look after you while... well until you remember what has happened in the past few months." Dr. Roberts informs me. He looks to young to be a doctor, only maybe 18-19 years old.

"That's right I'm a doctor! I do doctor things and will be taking care of you." Dr. Green says queitly studying my face for something.

"Dr. Roberts I do believe that you have only informed Miss. Sorenson on half of the information you should have told her." A tired boy in a sweater and jeans says coming into the room. Something about his attire makes me uncomfortable, the casual look fits him, but he would seem more appropriate in maybe slacks or a suit. Something more formal. I shake my head to get rid of the wispy thought winding through my brain.

"Ah yes, this is Owen he will be your secondary caregiver as he has no knowledge what so ever of the medical field but-"

"Dr. Roberts. Sure she doesn't want to here my life story." The man finally makes eye contact with me and it makes me want to either shrink down smaller or sit up taller with amazing posture, I decide on the latter.

"Yes yes your right, I'll leave you all to be re- I mean, acquainted then." Dr. Roberts says getting up and clearing his throat.

I watch wearily as he leaves out of the door, the man with grey eyes and soft brown looking hair looks at me again, the steel in his eyes more prominent then before.

"Miss. Sang, don't call me Dr. Green, please, I hate it when people close to me do and since we'll be living together I think.my first name is best." Dr. Green says. I look at him more closely, his heart shaped face and bow lips have an obviously fake smile on them like he's trying to hold something back. Maybe he doesnt want to be here and has his girlfriend to get back to?

The man in the immaculate sweater clears his throat and makes me jump and then wince as one of the IV's pull.

"Miss. Sorenson, I'm..." He stopped as if he was uncomfortable finishing the sentence.

"I've just realized that I've never had to introduce myself to anyone." He says turning to Dr. Green, the doctor chuckles at Mr. Blackbourne with a note of surprise.

"I guess you haven't, huh, that's odd. Anyways Sang, this is Mr. Blackbourne, he's had a stick up his but since age 13 and refused to be called anything else after he turned 16." Mr. Blackbourne glares at Dr. Green and shakes his head almost exasperated.

"I was trying to lighten the mood and this is what you re pay me with?" He says with a look that gives even me chills, but doesn't even faze Dr. Green.

"Yes." Dr. Green says playfully before he turns back to me with sad eyes.

"Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted-" a huff comes from the direction of Blackbourne "is that there are seven more care givers, well actually less care givers and more people who will check up on you while me and Owen are at work or... well work."

"Why are you taking care of me and not my parents?" I ask confused. It's been bothering me, have they finally left me on the streets like mother always threatened?

"Your mother and sister are..." Dr. Green looks slightly alarmed at my question and looks to Mr. Blackbourne for help.

"Miss. Sorenson, I'm guessing you don't remember being informed about your parents divorce or that your mother and sister have moved back to Illinois, while your father has been staying in New Orleans with his new family." Mr. Blackbourne continues lightly. I'm confused when I ask the next question.

"Why am I here then?"

"That will be a question I will answer at a different time pookie." The doctor adds softly.

"Right now you need to get all of your stuff together and you will be meeting a few of the people who will be checking in on you." He tells me grabbing my hand.

Everything seems to be happening to fast when Dr. Green brings me a bag of clothes he says are mine but I just don't remember getting them. He leaves me alone for a few minutes and I let my brain wander as I slowly dress myself, my sore body breaking and cracking with every other movement.

One question seemed to pester me most.

Why am I here, while my family is somewhere else, and why did both of these new men seem so excited for me to be coming to live with them?