Evil

Amnesia

I wanted to make a team rocket with my characters. Put the song on loop.

Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off agaaaaaain!"

A familiar scene in the lives of Team Rocket.

"OUCH!" Symere landed in a bush. "That hurrrrt!" he whined, bemoaning his sore body.

Cece landed in a tree. "Is yous okay?" She asked.

Cleo was the last to land. She landed on the ground, hitting her head on a large rock. HARD.

Symere freed himself from the bush he landed in and made his way toward Cece voice. "I'm okay. Cleo?"

Cleo didn't answer.

Symere called again. "Hey Cleo! You okay?"

Still no answer.

"Symere! Come here!" It was Cece voice.

Symere broke out into a run. He had detected something in Cece voice that frightened him. Something that told him all was not well.

He found Cece with Cleo a moment later. She was lying unconscious on the ground. Blood was trickling from a wound on her head.

"Cleo, wake up! Cleo!" He picked her up and gently shook her, trying to revive her. "Cleo!"

"We betta get her to a docta," said Cece.

It took them about 20 minutes to get out of the forest, but is seemed a lot longer to Symere. His growing concern for the girl in his arms was starting to get to him.

"Why won't she wake up?" he asked, his eyes filled with tears. "Cleo, please wake up..."

"Don't worry," said Cece. "We've been blasted off more times den I can count. She'll be okay."

Symere held Cleo close to him. "But why won't she wake up?"

He had a sick feeling in his stomach. All the times they'd been "blasted off," the worst any of them had ever gotten was a little burnt, shocked, or a twisted ankle. Nothing like this had ever happened, especially to the unperishable Cleo. They had all hit their heads so many times it was a wonder they didn't have brain damage. Symere remembered one time Cleo had been knocked head-first into a gigantic rock, and other then complaining about messing up her face, or "damaging her perfection" as she called it, she had been just fine. She had always been the toughest of the group and he couldn't believe something like this was happening. To see her so helpless, so limp and frail was almost too much for him.

Cece couldn't believe Symere was acting so emotional. At least, not over Cleo. He figured they'd get together eventually, but they were both so conceited and self-absorbed. Of course they loved each other deep inside, but Cece figured it would take more than Cleo getting knocked out for Symere to realize it.

"So what's with da waterworks?" She asked Symere. "You don't cry when somebody gets hurts unless it's YOU."

"Hey, I'm not insensitive to people's feelings!" said Symere.😑😒😒

"Yeah right! What about the time I got a fever and you and Cleo were gonna just me to collapse so you could get dat Ice cream all for yourselves? You were gonna just leave Cece!"

Symere knew Cece was right. But of course Team Rocket was mean and nasty! That was their job! And Cece was just as selfish as they were.

After a moment, he replied "What about the time Cleo and I came to your rescue when you were trapped by that gang of street racers?"

"I guess Team Rocket sticks tagedda most a da time," said Cece. "But I don't usually see ya crying over your teammates."

Symere looked at Cleo's face. Teammate. Yes, she was his teammate. His partner. Their partnership meant everything to him. They had been a part of each other's life for so long, Symere couldn't imagine it any other way. Cleo was the stability in his life. Where he had been weak and faltering, Cleo had always been strong. He certainly got aggravated with her sometimes and she got aggravated with him MOST of the time, but there was an unspoken bond between them. Something that didn't need to be said because it expressed itself in everything they did together.

. . .

In another 10 minutes, Symere entered the hospital with Cleo in his arms. When he had explained what happened, and the nurse had taken Cleo  away on a stretcher, Symere collapsed into a chair, realizing for the first time how tired he was. He didn't notice Cece had hidden under Cleo's stretcher.

Meanwhile, totally unaware of the situation, Cleo was having a nightmare. She was lost, alone in the darkness, calling for someone to help her. A voice in the distance called out to her. "Cleo..." The voice was familiar, yet she could not place it. "Where are you?" she called back. "I can't find you!" The darkness surrounded and engulfed her...

Slowly, Cleo opened her eyes. She couldn't figure out where she was or how she had gotten there.

"Oh, you're awake," said a doctor, entering the room.

"Where am I?" asked Cleo.

"In the hospital. You took a bad fall and got hit on the head," the doctor told her. "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts," Cleo replied.

"I'm not surprised."

The doctor held three fingers up and asked her how many she saw.

"Three," she said.

He put one down. "Now how many?"

"Two."

He took out a pen and started writing on her chart.

Cece, who had been hiding under the bed, came out of hiding and jumped onto a chair. Neither Cleo nor the doctor noticed.

"Okay," the doctor said to Cleo, "Can you tell me your name?"

Suddenly it hit her. She had no idea! Cleo had no idea who she was! She looked helplessly up at the doctor and said, "I don't know."

. . .

Symere had dozed off.

Cece came running down the hall and jumped onto the chair next to Symere yelling "You're not gonna believe dis!"

Symere awoke with a start and fell out of the chair.

"What do you want?" Symere yelled, rubbing his sore bottom.

"Dis is serious!" said Cece. "Cleo's got amnesia!"

Symere, who had been pulling himself up to the chair, fell right back to the floor again.

A few minutes later, the same doctor who had been attending to Cleo came out into the waiting room and asked Symere if he was the one who had brought in the teenage girl with the long red hair.

"Yeah, dat's us," said Cece.

"How is she?" asked Symere.

"She's got temporary amnesia," said the doctor.

"I don't understand," said Symere. "How could this happen to her now? She's always been fine before."

"Has she been hit on the head before?" asked the doctor.

"Yeah, we all have."

"More times den we can count," added Cece.

"Then I'm not surprised," said the doctor. "If she's taken repeated blows to the head the trauma is probably starting to catch up with her. If she continues to get hit on the head, she could get a lot worse than temporary memory loss. She needs to be more careful. You all do."

"Will...will she be okay?" asked Symere.

"She'll be fine. We expected a lot worse. You can go and see her now."

. . .

                              Tbc

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