Things I Won't Forget // l.h

Part 34

Amanda

 

"Be patient with him," The doctor had warned me when I froze up next to Luke, "He's in quite a fragile stage right now."

I couldn't believe that Luke Hemmings, had forgotten about me, just when we'd gotten close again. This couldn't happen. Not right now.

"Now, Luke," Dr Murray patted his head as if he were a baby, "You're going to go home and get some rest with these people, alright?" He gestured to Elysia, Taylah (who was currently rocking a wheelchair) and I.

Luke looked frightened and uncertain as he rubbed his eyes and spoke, "Why doc? I don't know these people," He paused and fear filled his eyes, "W-What if they try to hurt me?"

"They won't Luke, trust me." Dr Murray tapped the table impatiently, and waited for Luke to get up.

"I trust you, but not them." He said with a hint of suspition in his voice, as he pointed at us. Me.

"Luke, baby," I leaned forward and looked him in the eyes, maybe he'd remember me. 

"I'm your girlfriend, Lucas. I love you," Tears blurred my vision and Luke stared at me whilst his blue eyes melted from its coldness and softened.

"I-I'm sorry, don't c-cry please," His voice was barely as whisper as he wiped a tear away from my cheek.

"I wish I knew what's going on, b-but, I don't. I don't even remember my last name."

Hearing the sound of Luke's vulnerable voice just made me sob harder. Never in my life have I felt so much misery burdening me.

"It's Hemmings," I said in between sobs, "And I'm Amanda. But you can call me Manda." 

He nodded, and it seemed like he was about to say something, but he stopped himself.

"So are we going now, or what?" Luke smiled at me softly, and I smiled back.

Luke was coming home with me, and I was going to spend the rest of my life if I had to, to find his memory back.

 

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"Lucas," Michael stopped me as I was about to unlock my door into my room, with Elysia.

Taylah had gotten home early and she was watching every season of Pretty Little Liars in her bed.

With chicken noodle soup, may I add.

"I heard the bad news, I'm so sorry, Mandy." His voice was lowered so only I could hear it.

I waved my hand as if to say it was no biggie, but we both knew it was a lie.

Mikey looked at me for a while, before turning to Luke.

"Hey man," He said quietly, "How're you holding up?"

"Uh, I'm fine.." Luke stopped, trying to remember Mikey's name.

"I'm Michael." 

"Oh, okay. Michael. My head hurts like a bitch, but apart from that, I'm alright." Luke cocked his head to one side then raised his eyebrow, "Do I know you from somewhere?" 

Mikey and I locked eyes immediately, his eyes were blaring with hope, and I didn't have to look in the mirror to know that mine were too.

"I don't know, what else do you remember?" Mikey replied and stayed still, wanting an answer.

"It just that...I don't know.." Luke trailed off, "My head is aching so damn much right now, it's like whenever I try to think of things it just blocks me from thinking further."

Michael gasps quietly, and shook his head. "Manda, I think you should get him to bed, he needs his rest." 

I nodded back at him.

He muttered something like 'fucking Niall' under his breath, and walked back into his room, yelling, "I'll be here if you need someone to look after Luke!"

"I'm not a fucking baby," I heard Luke murmur to himself, and I looked over at Elysia.

"Do you think he knows?" I mouthed to her, and she shrugged back in response.

"Yes Manda, I fucking know I have amnesia," Luke suddenly said, with his voice raised.

"It just hurts, you know?" Luke's eyes were glossy and little waterfalls ran down his cheeks. It was killing me to see him this way.

"It hurts to know that you had all these memories with so many people you won't forget, and it disappears from you completely, just like that. What's the point of living when everything's lost? I j-just don't understand. Why me, Amanda? Why me?" He shook his head and walked back into my room with no sound.

Why you, Luke?

Because this was all my damn fault.

It could get years to get Luke to figure out and to find himself again, but it didn't matter because I'd always be here to guide him through eveeything.

And I'd always be here to feel guilty like a little kid that stole lollies from a candy shop.