Can't Love You {Sequel to "Not Sherlock Holmes"}

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Veronica's POV

I open my eyes, and everything comes rushing back. Everything. I feel like if one more thing were to try to fit itself into my brain, my head would crack open or explode. And that's when I remember.

Benedict.

My Benedict. He's mine. I love him. He loves me. And he's here.

Or was here.

He was here, and he was trying to get me back.

A doctor is standing next to my bed.

"Hi... Veronica. Glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling?" I nod once.

"Great. Where are my friends?" He looks amused.

"They're waiting to see you-"

"Well good, because I want to see them now."

"Now, Veronica. You still need to recover. I'm not sure what happened, but we need to make sure you don't pass out again."

"No, no," I say impatiently. "Really, I'm fine. I just need to see everyone."

"What's the rush?" the doctor asks, crossing his arms over his chest. I roll my eyes.

"We have things to discuss." The real me is back. My strong, independent self is ready to take charge again. "And if you must know what these important things are, I'll tell you: see, the Doctor, no, the REAL Doctor, not your kind of doctor, saved your life. All of our lives. See, if it wasn't for him, you'd be dead. More than likely killed by an earthquake. Or if you survived long enough, you were killed by an alien. Or you might not have died but you would have been soon." I realize I'm rambling. I shake my head. "Either way, I lost my memory because I died, and I haven't seen my boyfriend or Martin in forever, and my best friend died, so it would be good to see him, too." The doctor just stares at me. He writes something on his clipboard.

"If you're writing something down about possible brain damage, you're wrong." He nods.

"Of course. I'll send in some of your friends momentarily." I nod. He thinks I'm crazy, but that's alright. I don't care what he thinks. I just need to see my friends.

Soon, Ian comes in, and he has a worried expression on his face.

"Ian!" I cry when he comes in, and I'm so happy to see him. After all, the last time I REALLY saw him was before he died.

Died. My best friend died. And now he's here. I died. I'm here. We're all still here.

That crazy Doctor saved everyone.

"Nica. How are you feeling?" I nod.

"Really great. Fantastic actually. Like my eyes are finally open after a long time of them being closed." He nods slowly.

"That's good-"

"Where's everyone else?" He cocks his head.

"You mean Mckenzie?" Oh, right. Mckenzie. I suppose I have a roommate.

"Well, yes, Mckenzie, but I was meaning Ben and Martin. Are they here? Where are they?"

"Umm, there's no Martin here. Benedict is in the waiting room." I nod slowly.

"Alright... do you know when he's coming in?" Ian shrugs.

"No clue." I smile anyway.

"I've missed you. So much. Oh, it's good to see you." He sighs.

"You saw me yesterday, Nica." My brow furrows.

"What's your problem? Why're you so grouchy?"

"Grouchy? Grouchy, Nica? I was worried about you! And now, the doctor is saying you have brain damage-"