Forgetting Everything

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Boom. Boom. Boom.

Monica could hear the steady best of her heart, the monotonous and melancholy sound. She squinted her eyes in pain, her jaw throbbing as if someone had pressed their hand against it. She tried opening her mouth, swirling her tongue for any taste, but she could only feel the tang of dried blood in her mouth.

After minutes, she opened her eyes, adjusting to the blurriness of her surroundings, everything was shaking. She looked at the calendar on the bedside next to her.

Sunday the 15th....the crash was on Friday 13th, meaning she'd been at the hospital for 2 days already...but how was Brody..oh, and Demi?

She groaned in pain. She tried getting up, failed and laid in peace as someone ran through the door, yelling her name.

"Monica my love! Sweetie are you okay? Oh sweetheart this is all my fault!" Her mom rambled.

Monica stay silent, not even feeling sorry for her mother. But she knew her mother deserved it. After she and her dad got divorced and Brody moved out, she felt her mother left her. She forgot about Monica, as if she never even loved her.

"How's Brody?" 

That was the only thing she could say. All she had broken was her jaw, her right arm and her left leg. But she knew she wasn't as affected by the crash as Demi and Brody.

"He, he's fine..just a broken nose and leg..." her mother paused, "Demi however...she..she's not okay..." She mumbled.

"Yeah never asked about her.." she grunted , moving her head trying looking away.

"Even if she was in coma..?" her mother questioned her, cautiously.

"Yeah, that t- wait WHAT? COMA?" she said fully alert.

"Yeah.. she's not waking up, we've informed her family and their with her in the other room," she said and slowly walked out the door, leaving Monica alone with her thoughts.

•••

A week had passed and Monica's leg had already healed. It was still bandaged but she was well enough to go to school. Well, that is, according to what her mother said : "You're fine, it's school, you'll be happy! You have friends!"

She chuckled at the word... friends.

Fuck those friends

She walked out the house with her school bag; she wasn't going to take the bus. She glanced to the right to see Emerson waving at her. He gave his signature smile, wide with pearly white teeth showing. She wanted to return it but she couldn't waste any time. She needed to go to the hospital to see Demi. Something she had thought of doing last night.

She ran to the neighbouring bus stop and hopped on the nearest bus towards Clint Hospital. She didn't have much time left.

•••

30 minutes later and she arrived at the hospital, she had missed 10 minutes of school.

"Demi Moore," Monica panted at the reception. The lady stared down at her and rolled her eyes.

"Room 690," she mumbled going back to stare at her computer.

Probably watching porn...ugh

Monica rushed to the sixth floor using the stairs, thinking that she lift would be useless and time-consuming. By the time she reached at the top of the stairs, she was earned with stares and glances. Ignoring them she ran through the corridor, skimming through the numbers.

688, 689, 690...where's 690

"Miss, I assume you are looking for the patient in room 690?" A nurse asked, receiving a nod from Monica.

The nurse looked at her clipboard with a perplexed look.

"She seems to have moved, her condition was severe, assumed to be diagnosied with amnesia, so she been sent to Winston Hospital, it's a couple cities away. May I ask why you're looking for her?" She urged.

"Friend," Monica struggled to answer, instead she walked off, tears in her eyes.

She blamed herself for this. She knew it was her fault. And amnesia?
Doesn't that mean Demi would be Forgetting Everything?