Gone (Scomiche)

Pain

I was shocked. In complete and utter shock. There was a Scott and he had saved me. I had to go to his funeral. I didn't know much about Scott, but I knew he saved my life and wasn't that enough to go to this guy's funeral?

In my heart I knew he wasn't some random guy. After all, the two memories I have of him were years apart. According to that, I have known Scott for at least 9 years, probably more by the way we talked, with the nickname and all. Kirstie told me we had been dating. I knew it was true. I could feel it. I was in love with Scott, end of story. Now all I needed was to remember him.

But I had to go to the funeral, I knew that. I pressed the button to my side that called in a nurse. She came rushing in.

"Hello Mr. Grassi. What can I do for you? Is something wrong?"

"I want to leave," I stated, looking straight into her hazel eyes.

She looked at me with kind eyes and a small laugh. "And why would that be? We like having you here, Mr. Grassi."

I looked down. "It's Mitch," I mumbled. Suddenly I was embarrassed.

"Okay. Mitch."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Nurse Thompson."

"No, your real name."

She chuckled and sat, strands of her brown hair falling out of her bun. "Why?"

"Because I want to talk to you as a human being and not just some nurse."

Without hesitation she said, "My name is Charlotte."

Charlotte was young, about my age, probably fresh out of school. I guessed she was an intern of some sort.

"Hi Charlotte, I'm Mitch." I was hoping because she was so young, that I'd be able to sympathize with her.

"Hi Mitch. What can I help you with?"

"I need to leave. Please."

"Mitch, you can't leave, you're still in the hospital for a reason."

"But Charlotte, I have to go to a funeral."

"Where is this funeral?"

"Texas."

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. "No, Mitch."

"Please!" I begged. "I have to!"

"Why do you have to?"

"Do you know what happened to me?" I asked, answering her question with a question.

She nodded. "Car accident."

"Do you know who Scott is?"

"No..."

"Well he was in the car with me. I just remembered him today. My friend, Kirstie, told me Scott and I had been dating, but I don't remember. I only have two memories of him and even though that's all I have, I know I have to go to his funeral." The words rushed out of my mouth, yet she understood me.

"What are the memories?" She sounded sad.

"One when we were in eighth grade and his face right before we got hit. He saved my life, Charlotte."

I could see she felt like crying. "So your boyfriend died and saved your life in the process?"

I nodded. "Yes. I have to make sure Scott knows how much I appreciate it, even though I don't remember him."

How was I not crying? I guess I hadn't remembered the love we shared quite yet.

Charlotte stood. "Sit tight, Mitch. I'll see what I can do."

She left hurriedly. I laid there until she reappeared in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. You can't leave with broken ribs and a concussion. I'm really, very sorry."

I knew she was sincere, but I was angry.

"What's gonna happen when I fully remember him and I realize I didn't go to my own boyfriend's funeral?!"

Tears formulated in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mitch."

And then she left.

I felt like screaming and crying, but I didn't. I didn't do anything.

Later, a different nurse entered with food. When she opened the door wider, I heard kids. Loud kids. I think a big family had arrived, but whatever it was, it brought back a memory. The nurse left and I allowed myself to remember.

"Scottie, what do you want to do next?"
"Can we just sit for a little bit?" He asked.

"Sure."

We found a bench and sat, looking at the fairgrounds. All you could hear were children screaming, talking, and laughing. There were teenagers holding hands.

After a few minutes of not talking, just staring at the huge ferris wheel and roller coasters, Scott nudged me with his shoulder.

"Look," he said and nodded his head towards two quiet children, siblings, a boy and a girl, standing obediently behind their parents. "We should get one."

"One what?"

"A kid, Mitchie."

I looked at him like he was crazy.

"What?!"

"I think we'd be good parents," he said simply.

"Well we would, but..."

"So why not? I want to raise kids with you, Mitch."

I smiled. He was always so sweet. I nodded. "Okay, let's adopt."

I was planning on raising kids with this man named Scott. I was planning on spending my life with him then. I really loved him.

And now, some kid will never have him as an amazing father.