Made With Love ✔

Chapter 24: A Change of Plans

Vanessa's POV:
       When I got back to my apartment, I had an idea to trigger his memory and remember me. My plan:
To remind him of our short, but sweet time together.
      I knew this wasn't the most extravagant plan, but I recalled from a brain study I did a few months ago that smaller hints are better at establishing major memories, while major deep thinking may push the brain into overdrive and cause permanent memory loss.
(A/n: I'm not a professional, but if you are qualified, please let me know if this is correct!)
     The pictures of our first date and from our choir rehearsals in which I unknowingly stood beside him. I also figured that cupcakes would help since the way to a man's heart is thru is the stomach. I planned out how to get my lov-Lance back and got to work.
      I didn't want him to be left in the clutches of Arabella for longer than necessary. I worked for the rest of the afternoon, my arms gummy worms by 8pm. As I sat down for the first time in 4 hours, the dang doorbell rang. Groaning, I got up and looked thru the peephole. Just great, it was Her Highness and Max. I sighed and opened the door, knowing full well that Max is capable of storming down this door.

        Max moved aside, but I was surprised to see Lance beside Arabella. How was he allowed out so quickly? The answer to my question quickly followed. Behind Arabella, a man in nurse scrubs walked up, carrying a bag and clipboard.

       "Hello, are you Ms. Vanessa Wellington? I am Mr. Maxon Smith. May I come in?"

I was confused, to say the least, so I let the man in, who was followed by Lance, Arabella, and an extremely annoyed Max. Same here big guy, same here. I wasn't annoyed to have Lance back here, but I was definitely not looking forward to having Arabella in my apartment for the 2nd time in one lousy day. 

      "I am the RN assigned to Mr. Fields. I will come by every day to check up on him and take his daily vitals. I understand that you are studying to become a doctor?" He waited for my confirmation, 

        "Then you will be monitoring his well-being the rest of the time. Since Mr. Hammel has so generously paid for this, Ms. Hammel here has requested that she stay here for the duration of this in-home care period. Since you will need to be in the same room with him for the majority of the time, the second room will be available. If you have any questions, let me know. Bye now." He finished, walking out, leaving Max, Arabella, and a tired looking Lance for me to deal with.

      "Well, why don't you two sit on the couch, I'm gonna go get Lance situated and come back for you guys," I told them, grabbing Lance's arm and walking him to his room. I led him to the bed, which he got into with ease and promptly fell asleep. Okay then. I walked out of the room to hear Max and Arabella failing at whispering. 

    "I can sleep on an airbed and just transfer in the night. We will make this work." Arabella was saying.

    "No, we can just tell her. She's not in a position to tell anyone anyways. I have a deal up my sleeve. Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything to be fired and pulled away from you. Trust me." Max was saying, his booming voice terrible for whispering. I pretended not to have heard a thing and walked back into the living space, about to tell them to follow me to my room, that was now theirs.

     "Before you say anything, we have to tell you something. Sit. Be quiet. And don't tell anyone." Max said, his face changing from soft to grim in a matter of seconds. I shut my mouth and nodded. 

    Maybe this is my chance to get Lance back. Without making a gazillion cupcakes.

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