Conjugations.

Storms

Regina flinched wake. Her eyes darting open and scanning the room. It was storming horribly. The thunder and lightning insuring her senses the moment she rose. She could almost swear she could see the purple fog from the bridge outside of her window. She peeled off the cover, and slowly walked to the window. Her white silk gown dragging against the hardwood floor. It was colder than she remembered. She wrapped her arms around herself, and stared out the window. It was a beautiful sight, the city lights through the drops of rain on the glass. She touched a hand to it. Loving the way her handprint stayed after she pulled away.
She could no longer see the fog, engulfed in the storm. She wondered if she'd seen it at all. She hadn't slept through the night in a week. She kept waking violently from vivid dreams she couldn't remember. She always felt a little queasy when she woke from them. As if she had seen or done something unpleasant. She was wide awake now, and there was no use in trying to lay back in bed. So walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. She sat at the bar, scrolling through work emails. She placed her phone down to grab her coffee, when she heard it buzz against the bar. 4:40am. It was David.
"Regina! Are you alright?!" "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" David let out a relieved sigh. "The weather reports said terrible storms were coming through." Regina walked to the kitchen window and looked outside, a deep purple fog encasing the city in a rush. She felt the ground quake beneath her, and tried to steady herself against the counter, her phone crashing down. In a moment, everything went black, and she was out cold on the kitchen floor.

Regina woke in an unfamiliar setting. It was bright, and smelled very much like Lysol. She blinked her blurry eyes, trying to get them to focus. After a few moments, everything came into focus. She was in a hospital. She tried to sit up, and winced in pain, laying back down. Suddenly there was a very tall man standing over her, looking quite concerned. "Regina. Babe. I'm so glad you're awake." David had her face cradled in his hands. Regina stared at him blankly. He was stunning, tall, beautiful, kind, and gentle- but she had no idea who he was. 
"I'm sorry, who are you?" David gasped, pulling his hands away. "It's me. It's David." Regina tried very hard to bounce the name around in her brain. No recollection. "I'm sorry, David. I don't seem to be well. Can you tell me where I am? What happened to me? What day it is, for that matter?" David's face fell. His hands gripping the bars of the hospital bed. He looked up, a bit sad, but totally empathetic, "You're in the hospital. You've been here for a few days now. You sustained a head injury from a fallen light fixture in our apartment during a storm." Regina attempted to sit up in the bed, as her doctor walked in.
"Miss. Mills. Please don't try and move too much. I'd like to evaluate your condition first. You've been out for quite a while now." David smiled shyly at her, as he excused himself for Dr. Harmon to examine her. "I'll be right outside, Regina." She smiled at him, apologetically.
The examine proved Regina had improved. The laceration on her forehead was healing, though still required a dressing. Regina was informed that she may regain some of the information she couldn't quite remember currently. Dr. Harmon advised her of ways she could help bring it back, and medial advice for the wound on her head. He told her that if she made it through the night without incident, she could go home the following morning.
As the doctor left the room, Maleficent entered with a panic. "Regina! Oh my Goddess! I can't believe you're awake! I've been so concerned!" She rushed over and practically crawled in the bed with Regina. "Thanks for your concern. I really am fine. The doctor just told me I may be able to go home in the morning." Maleficent sighed with relief, as she held Regina close to her, in a warm embrace. Regina shakily pulled away, her head fuzzy. "I'm sorry, but who are you exactly? It would seem I've forgotten practically everything, but you seem familiar to me somehow." Maleficent felt her heart pounding in her chest, as she and the Woman shared an intense look, Regina searching her eyes for an answer. Maleficent smiled sweetly, "We are just great friends, Sweetie. You're putting together an exhibition for me at the Museum. That's how we met. We've been as thick as thieves every since." Regina smoothed the wrinkles out of her blankets. "Would you mind showing me some of your work? Perhaps it will jog my memory. I'm apparently quite fond of art."
Maleficent smiled, and leaned down to her, pulling her phone from her bag. Regina patted the side of the bed and scooted over to make room. Mal cautiously sat down, placed her hand on Regina's knee, and began to slide through some photos they had emailed back and forth. Regina remarked on the skill, the beauty, the stories they all told. David stood on the door way, arms crossed, watching them. Regina had been kind to him, but she didn't see anything in him. He could tell. With this Woman though, she was opening up. Trusting her to help her remember, mere moments after meeting her. David felt like he would be sick. What if she never came back to him? What if the Woman he loved was lost forever?