4. Amnesia
Sarah’s POV
I cracked my back loudly looking up at the clock. It was past eight and I was the only one from our ‘group’ in the reception area. Stef and Louis’ bags no longer occupied the end of the couch and Cass wasn’t asleep there either. The receptionist had seen me wake up and shot me an icy glare as I made my way - sleepily - down the hall toward the intensive care unit for the countless time.
Cass, Stef, Louis and Niall were all sitting in the nook chatting almost happily and I almost felt bad for ruining the moment by arriving. I sat down in one of the chairs and they all exchanged a quick glance at each other then to me and stopped talking.
“What happened?” Was my first reaction.
“Sarah’s woken up and-” Niall began but I cut him off.
“That’s a relief.” I breathed sinking into my seat.
“Has a partial amnesia. Just since the wedding. She remembers everything from that night. But nothing after.” He finished explaining.
“Oh shit.” I cursed, regretting my previous choice of words. They all nodded, agreeing with the ‘oh shit’. “That was only a week and a half ago though? Shouldn’t that be easy enough to fill that void because... well... nothing has happened between then and now?” I questioned.
“She nearly peed herself at the front door.” Cass interjected.
I paused and nodded in agreement. “True. But I think we could spare her that embarrassment. Couldn’t we?” I suggested.
“It should be easy enough to fill in, but at the same time, she doesn’t remember the crash so it’ll make it ever so slightly harder for the police to find out what caused it.” Niall explained.
“But she’s okay?”
He nodded.
“Well then it is a relief.” I concluded, pulling my knees to my chin. “Is she awake now?”
He nodded again. “I’ll go in in a minute.”
“Tell her I said ‘hey’ okay?” I asked. He nodded and got up to go in. “So now she has a mild amnesia as well?” I groaned once Niall had gone into the room.
“Yup. The concussion lead to it.” Louis stated.
“And that’s all she forgot?” I made sure. “Nothing since the wedding?”
They all shook their heads. “Not a thing.” Stef added.
“It could have been much worse I suppose.” I noted.
Cass shrugged. “I guess you’re right. But she’ll be paranoid about having crashed the car and missing her first day of work.”
“When was that supposed to be?” Louis asked.
“Two days ago. She’ll be really annoyed more than anything about that.” Cass explained.
“Well should we tell her?” Stef suggested.
I shook my head. “She has enough to worry about at the moment. If Niall chooses to tell her though, that’s his decision and his alone.”
After another half hour of sitting in silence, I suggested that Cass and I go home and get dressed, promising that we’d be back in time for lunch - and that we’d bring the food. Cassie seemed hesitant to leave seeing as Wardy had woken up and was hoping to see her.
“We’ll be back at lunch Cass. Unless you want to stay and I can come back at lunch with clothes for you and food for them?” I offered.
She grimaced. “I can’t stay in pyjamas all day. I do have limits. See you guys later I guess.” Cass stood to leave, but I stopped her from going anywhere.
I turned back to Stef and Louis. “Where are you guys staying?” I asked.
“I expect we’ll be staying at Niall and Wardy’s if they let us.” Louis shrugged.
“Okay then. Well, I’ll be back with food in three to four hours. Oh, also, do you want me to take your bags to my place and you pick ‘em up on your way through to Niall and Wardy’s?” I suggested.
“Sure.” They both agreed and Cass and I picked up their belongings and trudged out to my car. We dumped them in the back and I got in the driver’s side and my phone rang. Popular lately, aren’t I?
I declined the call and threw my phone into the backseat. “Who was that?” Cass questioned.
“No one.” I grumbled, beginning to drive off.
“It was someone.” She folded her arms, adamant on finding out who it was.
“Stop being stubborn.” I advised.
“I’m not being stubborn. I’m being persistent: there’s a difference. Now tell me: who was it?” She repeated the question, still not giving up.
I groaned, frustrated with her ‘persistence’. “Someone from work.” I answered.
“A significant someone?” She asked rather pointedly.
“What are you implying?”
“Nothing... for the moment.”
“It was one of the people I went to lunch with yesterday, for the staff lunch thing.” I waved it off as if it were nothing.
“So it is a significant someone?” She quizzed.
“What do you mean ‘significant someone’?”
“Someone special.”
“What kind of special?” My grip on the steering wheel tightening ever-so-slightly.
“Someone you hold dear I suppose.”
“Well then no, not a significant someone.” I answered.
“Really?”
“Really really.”
Author's note: This is nothing compared to what happens next. *high pitched girly squeal*
