15 Minutes [h.s]

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Anastasia

"The mind is the most powerful organ in the human body. It controls everything you do from physical, emotional, and mental aspects. It does the most extraordinary things, probably the home of all the most unpredictable ideas. But if one person ever loses track remembering or even thinking of recent events, it would lead to . . . probably his own death. Because the mind is much needed for someone to live normally, you forget it's importance, then it's one hell of a scary experience."

Dr. Banner finally slams his book, ending his lecture about the human brain and how amnesia can fuck up your life. Everyone in the room slouched on their seats, finally relieved that the 3-hour ranting of him was done. It's our final year in med school, and professional doctors are visiting every week to basically just tell us that becoming a doctor is hard.

"Before I go, I want to inform you all that I was advised to give you your final project, as proof that you have understood all of your 10 years of being here."

We all sighed heavily. They really expect a lot from us, don't they?

Dr. Banner adjusted his glasses. "As your final project, I want each and every one of you to have an individual thesis about certain amnesia patients in Holmes Chapel. Search about why they got amnesia and how they were able to cope with such hardship. You may find one online, or you can just scan some in the medical library. There is no certain deadline. Good afternoon, everyone."

Before we could complain, Dr. Banner already left the room. All of us accepted our defeat and we all gathered our stuff to get back to the dorm rooms.

"Another day, another suffering," my best friend, Blair groaned, hopping off of her stool and walked towards me. "Banner is a total wanker."

"Tell me about it," I rolled my eyes as I gathered my binders and placed them on my bag. "We really should just search for amnesia patients right now, so that we won't have to cram on our thesis like last year."

Blair gave me a look that made me look like I was joking. "Are you fucking kidding me? The Hulk said 'There is no certain deadline'."

I laughed at her attempt of mocking The Hulk's voice. "Why'd you name Dr. Banner The Hulk?"

"Um, hello? The Hulk's real name is Dr. Bruce Banner, you clearly aren't a Marvel fan. I am disappointed."

"Hey, sorry, Black Widow," I said, putting my hands up. "Wonder Woman isn't in the Marvel Cinematic Universe." I proudly pointed to myself.

"You don't even run. You're no Wonder Woman." Blair rolled her eyes.

"And you're gonna be single forever, just like Black Widow." I sheepishly grinned at her.

"Fine, fine. We should go get our thesis done. Let's head down to the library now and look for some bloody patients." Blair furrowed her eyebrows, pulling my lab coat while she's at it.

I chuckled at her. "You're literally agreeing with me to do this so that I won't have to call you Black Widow."

"Shut up, Anya."

*

As we arrived at the medical library, some students were already there looking for some documents, both on the shelves and some on the internet.

"Should we grab ours on the Internet?" Blair asks, putting her bag on the table in front of us.

"Nah," I shook my head. "I'd rather have it as an actual document."

We went over to one of the shelves and started searching. It took for about 10 minutes and Blair already found herself a document.

"I found mine," she said, opening the folder and examining it. It's about a 15 year old boy named Finn Wolfhard who has memory loss because he hit his head on hard concrete." Blair read more about the poor child, yet I blocked her voice out for a moment after seeing a document that stood out at the very far end of the book shelf.

I went closer to look at it. It was a red folder and it looked very thick, unlike the others which were all in white folders and were very thin. I immediately took it out and opened the heavy folder.

Name: Harry Edward Styles
Age: 24
Height: 6'3
Has short term memory loss due to massive force hit onto the left side of the head. Can only remember an interval of 15 minutes.

I then stopped reading more of the information to look at the patient's face on a photo attached to the document. He has short, messy hair, and his eyes had severe bags underneath them, as if he hasn't had proper sleep. He has a nice, endearing face, but his haunting expression looked more like he was angry, confused, disturbed.

I was intrigued enough to learn more about this man's history. "Yep, I'm getting you, Harold."

"Have you found one yet, Anya?"

I then closed the folder before Blair was able to see it.

"Is that your document? It looks huge." Blair snatched it from my hands and tried to lift it up.

"Yep," I took a huge breath, taking the red object from her. "This is the one."

"Whose it about?"

I didn't want to let her know about my patient. I'm quite selfish when it comes to performance work. "You'll know when I'm finished."

"Mmmm, not quite." Blair pointed a finger up. "Tomorrow, Dr. Banner's gonna check our documents to see if it's worth creating a thesis for."

I rolled my eyes. Of course he will.

"Fine." I huffed as I put the red folder on my bag and head out the library with Blair to get back to the dorm rooms to get a good night's rest. This day was stressful enough.

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Author's Note:
I'm back!!! I wonder if people still remember me lol.
So basically, I'm working on new stories to create and this is one of them!
I hope you love my new sets of ideas on my new fan fictions. I promise they won't be like my old ones, those that I wrote when I was still 12.
Aight, I'll be heading off and please do leave likes and nice comments and I would be glad to be checking this account all day to know my supporters are still there somewhere.
All my love, Tris