Remember

Chapter 6: Roommates

By the time dinner is ready, I've decided Lisa and Drew are trying to feed me into a coma.

The table is covered with food.

Chicken.

Mashed potatoes.

Broccoli.

Enough for twice as many people as there actually are.

I stare at everything.

"Do you always cook like this?"

Lisa looks offended.

"Like what?"

"Like you're expecting an army."

Drew reaches for the mashed potatoes.

"Don't complain. Just eat."

I don't need to be told twice.

For several minutes, the only thing I care about is food.

Warm food.

Real food.

Food that isn't imaginary, mysterious, following me through woods, or refusing to answer questions.

It's wonderful.

Then Drew ruins it.

"Tomorrow we're going to start calling hospitals."

My fork stops.

"What?"

"Hospitals around the area." He piles mashed potatoes onto his plate. "See if anyone matching your description disappeared from one."

Something about that makes my stomach tighten.

"I didn't come from a hospital."

"You don't know that."

"I know."

Drew raises an eyebrow.

"How?"

I open my mouth.

Nothing comes out.

Okay.

Fair question.

"I just do."

"That is extremely convincing."

I glare at him.

He continues eating like he didn't notice.

"You could've been in a coma," he says.

"A coma?"

"Think about it. You wake up confused, panic, leave the hospital, fall somewhere, hit your head..."

I stare at him.

"Have you been thinking about this all day?"

"Yes."

"That's concerning."

"I'm trying to help."

He continues.

"You hit your head, lose your memory, wander around until you end up at the café."

I touch my head.

"No bump."

"Doesn't mean anything."

"A hospital would've reported me missing."

"Probably."

"Police would've known."

"Maybe."

I put my fork down.