Prima Ballerina *Jelena Ballerina Series* (Part 1)

Chapter 35: A Real Hero

Justin's P.O.V.

It was absolutely asinine of me to bring that sign in there with me. Why the hell did I think it would be a good idea to bring a sign in there that said "Mr. Dreamy Front Desk Worker"? Surely, I needed to hear Selena call me that again. However, the confusion across her face and the cluelessness in her voice placed a dreadful ache throughout my entire body.

It's been two days of being here in the hospital and Selena hasn't remembered a thing. Taylor still shows her pictures and Forrest even went out to the cabin and brought her dance bag here. Nothing seems to be the key to fixing her memory. The doctor did say that it was going to take time. I just truly believed that my grand gesture to relieve her memory would be perfect.

There have only been a handful of times that I have gone in there. Each time I've been in there, I recount all the spectacular times we had in New York. She didn't even know what New York was. When I brought up dance and how we met, she said that I was wrong. She said she met me when I brought in the roses and the sign. Although she can't recall the words that were on the sign, it's relieving to know that she remembers me coming in to see her. That seems to be all she can remember about me.

Right now, I thought my mind would be blank of ideas on how Selena could regain her memory, but I find it running with yet another idea. This one won't involve Taylor or Forrest or my mom. Currently, those three are by Clay's bedside. Clay successfully made it out of surgery, only he went into a coma directly afterward.

I've been by a few times to see him. It's just hard to be in there with the look on my mom's face. It hurts more whenever she tries to get a hold of Clay's dad and he refuses pick up. Each day she had tried, at least, 50 times and the man still won't pick up. It's no wonder that Clay has always put my mom down as his emergency contact.

Forrest comes by and he sits next to me near Selena's room. He looks at my leg and questions, "How's your leg doing?" He knows better than to ask about Selena since it's still a touchy subject. Plus if she remembered anything, I wouldn't be sitting outside her room.

"It's broken, but I'm managing," I tell.

He nods his head and looks over at Selena's door. Each time he has gone in there, he brings her dance bag and teaches different things about dance. It hasn't ignited a spark on her memory at all. He went in earlier today and just came by to check on me. He's always checking up on me since my mom and Taylor are a little preoccupied.

"How's Taylor and Clay?" I ask, avoiding asking about my mom since I already know how she's doing. Each hour my mom gives me a text report on Clay and asks how I'm doing. She's not going to be leaving him anytime soon.

"Taylor's emotional...I want to be there for her. It's just hard seeing her cry," he mumbles the next last words so badly in the hopes I can't identify them, "especially over another guy." Forrest could mumble them any way he wanted, but I would still know what he means. If only Selena could understand what they were going through right now, she would be setting them up in a heartbeat.

"Are you planning on going back in her room anytime soon?" He questions.

I shake my head, "Not until I can think of something else that will prompt her memories to return."

"Well, your last plan was great. Maybe it was just too soon? Maybe we should try it again?" Forrest suggests.

It wasn't a bad idea to do it again, but it wasn't great either. There had to be something I could, well, we could do to bring Selena's memories back. It has to be bigger than what we did last time. That's when I admit, "I feel like she needs to be back in New York and all the memories will flood into her head."