Vanilla Sex

Wherefore are thy memories?

Chapter 30

Emma didn't need to be a rocket scientist or even have a college degree to tell her that Kingsley had left to avoid an unpleasant conversation. Shit, what the hell had happened to her?

"Beep, beep, beep, beeeeep, beeeep." Emma stared at the damn heart monitor. She really couldn't believe she was still hooked up to the evil machine. She set up in bed with every intention of pulling off the wires. She didn't need a machine to tell her she was stressed out. Hell, the heart monitor was raising her stress levels to new highs.

"Don't even think about it." Oh my God, how could she forget that Nurse Paw Patrol had magically reappeared. Guess no one was in the break room. What was the point of having something gossip about if no one was around? Of course with social media, she could share that gossip within seconds. Argh, hell no she was going to be posted all over Tik Tok.  Wait, nurse Paw Patrol was probably more of a Facebook user, Nurse Paw Patrol was probably a member the Red Hat Society. Her mom was going to some how find out about this.
"Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beep"
Could she still get grounded? It's not like she lived at home. Her mom couldn't take away her car. She should be safe but lord knew her mom was inventive and creative. Plus her mom seemed to magically find out about stuff. It was frightening, almost like her mom had some sixth sense. When she was a teenager she seriously thought her mom worked for the government as an informant.

She looked at Nurse Paw Patrol. Her name tag read Peggy Sue. "Beeeeeep, beeeeeeeeep, beep."
The name alone shouted Red Hat. Watch Peggy Sue be her mom's best friend. She was screwed.  She was always screwed. She could already her the conversation among her mom's social group.  It would probably include that fact that she was raising her mom's blood pressure, shorting her life, and the fact that she was her only female child. Even worst her mom was a social butterfly.  She had well over 500 hundred friends.  500 hundred friends by comparison her Twitter account had 50 followers even worst her Instagram account had 10 followers.  Her mom signed up for Instagram and got a 100 followers in 2 days.
"Will you calm down. How about I get you some Lorazepam? I promise you will feel nice and sleepy with that."
"Are you a red hatter?"
"Hun?"
"Listen, Ms. Peggy Sue, are you a member of the Red Hats. You know that group of 60 somethings or older that wear reds hats and pretend to be the glamorous adult versions of Girl Scouts because they are to old to be Girl Scouts. You know the old ladies who attend every Chipdale event close by? Are you? Are you?"
Peggy Sue blinked, coughed and looked up at the ceiling. This was not a good sign.  Emma was good at reading the signs. She knew that asshole was going to dump her but she was human too and damn but he knew how to get her hot and bothered. 
"Beep, beep, beep". Where the beeps getting faster.  Damn, was it her fault that just thinking about him and his body got her all hot and horny. Damn, heart monitor it was almost like the stupid machine was throwing some shade her way.
"Never mind about the Red Hats. You know what?  I think I feel fine so why don't we just check me out. I'll grab my stuff and be on my way."  She would have smiled but her face still hurt. Her face hurt an awful lot.  Actually it hurt to just breathe.  Fuck, she had to go to work. She couldn't sit in the hospital bed even if she wanted. Hell, it was a minor miracle her family hadn't been notified, or had they?
"No one called my mom?" Emma said shaking. The shaking was a coping mechanism that she did when she started worrying.
"You poor, poor child" Peggy Sue said. It would have been comforting if she wasn't getting Ursula the Sea Witch vibes. In her head she was hearing "you poor unfortunate souls..." how did the rest of it go "this one wants that...." she couldn't think, it felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to her head. The droning keep going on and on. Wait the droning was Peggy Sue.
Peggy Sue continued to talk, "That head injury must be worst then we thought.  It's common to bury the memories we don't want to confront. Especially when they are painful."
"Wow, what are you talking about?" Honestly, Emma was having a hard time following this conversation.
"Your parents,  that nice young confused individual told us how you tragically lost your parents."
"Confused individual?  What are u talking about?  My parents are fine."  Please let them be fine. There was no wood to knock on and she really did not want to jinx herself.  They were fine? Right?
"Dear, dear" Peggy Sue said awkwardly patting her shoulder.
She got the impression Peggy Sue did not believe her. "Who told you they were d-d-d-eee-ad?" The word dead really did not want to come out of her mouth. Just the thought of that word being used to describe her parents made her heart beat faster.  Yes, her heart beating faster which of course made the heart monitor go crazy.
"Calm down dear. Let me get you something to help you relax. "
Relax? Was she crazy? Who could relax in a hospital? Wait don't answer that, it doesn't matter. What matter was the fact that they thought her parents were dead? Could she have really lost her memories. What did she have for breakfast? Why couldn't she remember that?
"Who said they were d-d-dead?" She really wanted to know because if she didn't lose her memories she was going to kick somebody's ass, namely the individual who dared to say such a thing.
"You know?"
Well shit, if she knew would she being asking.
Emma shook her head in denial.
"Honey, it is okay if you lost some of your memories. Don't be so hard on yourself, you knocked your head pretty hard."
That was funny, given the fact that she wanted to pound her head on a wall in sheer frustration.  She was pretty sure she had all her memories? Okay, so she may be missing few memories like when she got  drunk on those rare occasions, or what she had for breakfast, or what color her underwear were. Yes, even the event leading to this hospital stay was still a little hazy, but she still didn't think she had lost her memories. She was pretty sure she was being chased by a munchkin or some elfin like creature, which was admittedly wired and of course Liam Hemsworth was there too.
"I will get a therapist to come by tomorrow to help you try to recover your lost memories."  Peggy Sue assured her.
That was funny, she couldn't help but laugh.  Laughing probably made her seem a little crazy but a therapist to help recover something she didn't lose sounded like a plot from some twisted novel or better yet a Spanish Novella.  Unless, of course she really did lose her memory.
"That's very kind of you but I really can't say here.  I have to work tomorrow. See I remember I have a job!" Emma joked.
"Sweetie, your husband told me to take good care of you."
"What? " She was pretty damn sure she would remember a wedding. She quickly checked her ring finger and was relieved to see it was bare.
Peggy Sue must have saw her looking because she smirked and said "Honey, we had to remove your jewelry for the Cat Scan."
"Ouch, what did you stick me with?" Emma complained.
"A nice drug to help you sleep, you're under a lot of duress.  Beside maybe when you wake up you will remember that sweet husband of yours and the twin kids."
"Wait" Emma started to shout but the world went dark way to fast.