Dinah Jane Imagines

Memory Loss (Part 1)

-Your POV -

"Here you go, miss." The cashier said, handing me the neatly wrapped watch I had just bought for my girlfriend. "Thank you." I politely say and rush to my car. It's mine and Dinah's 2nd anniversary in a week and I decided to get her a new watch she has had her eyes on for a while.

I quickly buckle my seat belt and pull out of the parking lot. Dinahhas a concert tonight and they go on stage in about half an hour, and I am at least 45 minutes away from the venue. I'm not late on purpose but this is the only time I could go pick up her watch. As I stop at a red light, my phone rings and I check the caller ID.

Dinah.

"Hey!" I cheerfully answer.

"Hi. Where are you, babe? You we're supposed to be here half an hour ago." Dinah says and I can sense in her voice that she is agitated. "I'll be there in about 45 minutes, Dinah. I had to do something but I'm on my way now." I explain, hoping she will understand. "What could you possibly be doing that is important enough to miss our concert? You only see about 2 concerts in a year and you can't even bother to be on time?" Dinah says and I know she is mad.

"I had to go do something. I can't tell you about it. I'll be there in 45 minutes, I promise." I say, trying my best to calm her down, but fail as she speaks harshly into the phone. "Whatever. Just get here." She says, hanging up the phone before I can get a word in. Too busy focused on the fact that Dinah is upset; I don't notice the two bright headlights coming from strait ahead.

- Dinah's POV -

I can't believe she would be late for the show. I guess it was unnecessary for me to hang up on her but I was just upset since today has been a rough day. I remain in a grumpy mood as the girls pull me up on stage. I look to the spot beside Camila's girlfriend to see if she had arrived yet but I guess she had more important things to do since she's not there.

Through the first song I can't seem to focus since everything just has me so worked up. Could she be cheating on me? Is she going to leave me?

Thoughts cloud my head and suddenly Camila points me towards a guy backstage waving his arms frantically. The guy motions for me to come over and I walk to him, confused about why he'd interrupt a show.

"Miss. Hansen?" the guy asks and I nod in confirmation.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news sir. Your girlfriend has been in a car accident. She's in critical condition and we'd like you to go to the hospital to assist in getting her information." The guy says. As the words flow out of his mouth it feels as if the room around me is growing smaller. "There is a car waiting for you outside. We don't know yet if she's going to make it."