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I drove home that day, way before Harmon and Josh even woke up.

Running upstairs, I immediately closed my bedroom door and started to rummage around in my drawers, finally finding a pencil and scrap sheet of paper. I scribbled down 'red', tapping my chin in thought.

After what Tyler said to me this morning, it was hard to believe that he didn't remember the past three or so months. For a few minutes, I wrote down all that I could, until I had nothing left to write.

It was a list of evidence that Tyler had his memory back. I still couldn't seem to piece things together, though.

Tyler promised to tell me when his memory came back. I believed him too, yet it seemed like he was trying to tell me that it came back, without actually telling me that it came back.

It seemed pointless, what he was doing.

Knowing Tyler, there had to be a reason behind all of this, and I was determined to figure it out. Maybe he just wanted me to prove that I loved him. After all, I had screwed up my first chance.

Royally.

Maybe this was finally my chance at redemption.

Three days, no Tyler

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Three days, no Tyler.

I hadn't had much time to worry about it, as I practically threw myself into my volunteer work at the hospital to distract myself from everything else. Around the third day mark was when even the hospital wouldn't tear my mind away from its thoughts of Tyler.

In fact, as I stood outside a room in the ICU unit, holding a box of rubber gloves, all I could think about was Tyler.

Is Tyler okay? Is Tyler with Luna? Is Tyler dead right now?

Tyler, blah, blah blah.

"Jenna? Helloo," a voice said, abruptly snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh," I blinked, "Sorry. Here you go."

I handed the nurse, Aly, the box of gloves.

She just stared at me suspiciously, obviously noticing that I'd zoned out again. "Wassup Jen? You've been off today."

She sounded half-scolding, and half-concerned for my mental wellbeing. I just shrugged apologetically, feeling my stomach knot. "Stuff," I sighed.

Aly was a no-nonsense woman — not that she was older than me by much. As far as I knew, she was interning at the hospital so she could be a real surgeon later on. With curly brunette hair, high-set cheekbones, and beautiful chocolaty skin, she looked like she could audition for Grey's Anatomy.

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