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#What If-7

What If Series Seven: Somewhere Down The Road

'We had the right love at the wrong time.'

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"It's kinda weird, isn't it?" he said as he walked me on a paneled lobby... the way to his office. I didn't say anything I just listened to the thoughts that have been roaming around my head, ordering my feet to come back and grab the door and explain everything to her... no one knows how exactly I am missing her. "She woke up nicely. And she didn't have even thrown a pillow or wondering why she's been so stiff after sleeping in that bed for months. You too, don't think it's normal, do you?" he asked me again and I was down on my feet, "Ni-chan? Are you okay?" he tapped my left shoulder. "I don't think she's fine with that." the only thing I can say. "I know, I know. We owe her an explanation, you have the right to tell her but... you just have to take it easy on her or else, she'll get hurt. So here's her case... she woke up fine... and found out probably the light above her and she must be trying to remember everything but shocks grilled her... and she just shut her mouth like when the whole thing we've been waiting for her to ask her name failed to do so. Let's just give it time. She'll wreck it off. We'll come back after lunch." he opened the door to his office. He sighed when he noticed that I left something in her room, probably my mind. "Okay, just relax. She's going to be fine. We'll just need to know how severe it is, and which part of her memory was lost. It must have been huge because the impact was too strong. Anyway, we'll find it out once the result takes in." and in one final question, "Can I take her home? She can't just stay in the hospital for too long. It's not meant to but I... had craps of research on my bed every night. I really need her to be better... to be back on her feet again." I wanted too... I wanted... to return the way it was before... I wanted to paint the colors again all over our house but... every time I do that, I always think that I am alone. He nodded, "Okay. Sure, but give her a week. We'll examine it."

'Guess I always knew inside...'

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The next day.

"So, you're here?" her nurse, Trisha, surprised me at the door. She looked at the flowers I'm having in my arms, "Yes, I am." I led myself to the bed, hoping that I am going to see her in one glance. And I heard her cleared her throat, clicking her clipboards on, "She's been sleeping after some medical shots. But here, I got you a vase. You can at least put that flowers in." she offered it to me and I was hesitant to take it. She offered me to sit on the sofa beside the door, and beside me, she occupied the space of the rest of the seat and had barely... until it became obvious, she was touching my hand as she inclined herself more onto me until her body touched my chest. Those familiar caresses have already started to annoy me. "How come you're always here to see her? Please don't take it to the heart. No hard feelings for that. But I'm just wondering. This girl reportedly has amnesia... I mean, she's poor kind of thing to have that out of people in the world. I mean billions. And you're a good man to incredibly, I mean... chasing down after her. Who are you to her, by the way?"

'I wouldn't have you for a long time...'

I looked at her strangely, she surely has used so many words to clear that one question up, "I am her husband. And she's my wife." I told her honestly. And she just blinked twice until her hand was no longer rested in mine. I stood up, "I have to visit later... I'm just passing by. I mean, I have appointments with Dr. Senjou Samuel." I was about to reach the door but she stopped me. How clingy can she get to herself?