Remeniscing

Slowly, and then All at Once

Hey guys! I'm writing this on my phone, so excuse any dumb mistakes..

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"Do you need me to call the nurse in here? How are you feeling, does your head hurt? I can get them to-"

He talked fast, worry laced strong in his voice. I could tell he was trying to put up a strong facade, but was failing.

I touched the arm that was rapidly straightening the gown, and it came to a stop.

"I'm fine," I told him. He leaned into my touch and his tears dried up.

"Are you sure?" He questioned me.

My eyes set on the remote I was trying to get. He caught on to what I was doing and brought it over to me, only I didn't turn it on.

We sat in silence for what seemed like years, only to be a few minutes.

"Do you know what happened to me?" I asked him. He knew, I know he did.

He looked stressed, as if he held more information in that head of his than a dictionary held words.

"Look, Jules, I don't want to just spring all of this information on you. I want you to find out slowly, and then all at once," he spoke slowly.

Slowly, and all at once? Why not just tell me now?

"You don't even know my name."

My eyes switched up to him, and I realized he was right. I don't know his name. I don't know who he is. I don't know what we are.

"Come on, think about it Julian. What is my name?"

I looked into his dark green eyes and thought with the deepest feelings I could muster.

I studied his face, feeling my brain make small connections, but small enough to where I still couldn't establish his name.

Then, I latched on to one of the many lost memories swirling around in my head. Only, it didn't come slowly, it came all at once.

"You don't always have to get Cheerios, babe."

I huffed. He didn't understand. Cheerios were my favorite, and if that meant going to every store within a five mile radius to get them, I would.

"Yes, I do," I replied, scanning through the isles. My eyes met with every box, trying to find the Cheerios.

I felt two arms wrap around my waist, distracting me from pushing the cart. I tried to stay focused, and notice the task at hand. Only this proved to be difficult when I felt tiny kisses planted on my neck. I sighed.

"They're my favorite," I murmured, too distracted to look anymore.

"What else is your favorite?" He asked me, pushing my hair to the side.

The memory stopped abruptly and I was almost chasing it to return. This forgot to mention who he is, but I connected the dots. It was when he was staring at me intensely did I remember to ask him.

"Were we together?"

His eyes shined that familiar glimmer of hope I had seen time and time before. He smiled, leaning forward in his chair,

"You could say that."

The doctor walked in, interrupting our conversation with statistics about my recovery.

"You will need to rest, and you will be returning home when your stitches heal on your frontside. I recommend little to no big movements, as that could possibly open them. How has she been?" he turned his attention to the guy in the room, as if I were simply a hologram who couldn't speak for herself.

I tuned them both out as they spoke about me, and continued to focus on my lost memories. I remember my first boyfriend, my first house, my first day of high school... so why was this so hard?

My head started to pound again, slowly, and I brought my hands up to my temples to massage them. Only when I did, my eyes grew wide. I looked at the doctor and his accomplice.

I told them something that made the unnamed mystery boy come to my side immediately, and made the doctor spit out one question after another.

"Griffin."

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Wow... this one was wayyy short, but I just need the story to progress faster lol. The next one will go more in depth!

-h