My Life In Solid Pieces

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“This is not, expected” I hear Dr. Michaels saying outside my door.

“I… I just don’t understand” I hear a familiar voice say.

“I know” Dr. Michaels says. It’s been four hours since they told me of my memory loss. I don’t know yet how or why it’s gone, but the doctors have been talking outside my door for a while. Now the nurses have been calling people I don’t remember.

Dr. Michaels walks in; he smiles as if nothings wrong. I would be mad but I get another glance of his perfect teeth. I smile back dreamily.

“Hi!” I hear myself saying cheerfully.

I hear a short laugh coming from his mouth,

“Well, at least you’re laughing,” He smiles, “you actually wouldn’t believe what help happiness does. It’s a good sign”

‘Great!’ I think, now if only I was happy.

“So” I say casually “what’s going on?”

His expression changes. “Uh…” his eyes grow wide for a moment as he flips threw a clipboard.

“Not good?” I say with a bit of a crying laugh. I see one of his eyebrows lift as he bites the end of his lip.

“It’s not the , best, thing.” He admits. I feel myself smile as a few tears fun down my cheeks.

“Hey,” he says coming to my side.

I look up at his deep brown eyes. For a moment I’m consumed in his gaze. Then he looks away. A heap of embarrassment and disappointment rushes over me. I look away rubbing my eyes. My cheeks flush red. He’s doing the same thing.

“You’re going to be ok.” He says with an awkward smile. I smile back a little bigger than I should. “I mean, your still breathing, right?” he says with a tremulous laugh. I stick one finger up and dramatically hold my breath, shaking my head. “Ha-ha” he chuckles lifting an eyebrow. Oh god I'm an idiot.  “Um… I ‘gotta go, its past my hours” he says smiling.

“Ok,” I say looking away, “have fun” I say immediately realizing how stupid that sounds.

“See ‘ya tomorrow” he says raising a hand to leave.

“See ‘ya” I say.

After he leaves I sink into my bed, replaying his eyes in my mind. No!  No! This is sick, sick! He’s your doctor, for Christ sake! And it would be gross and unprofessional for him to think of you in that way! Not that he does! Just, forget about it! Forget!

I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. I had a dream about him last night. I know, I know, its weird cause I’m sixteen and he’s in his twenties, but who cares he’s hot! Plus he said he’s gonna see me today! Two, one. My ten seconds of fantasy are over. Back to reality. Rebecca walks in; her hair was down and curled ad her bangs were pinned up.

“Hi! JJ! How’s my favorite patient doing? But your more my friend right?” she says slapping my arm.

“Um. Ok?” I say questionably.

“Now, there are men here who want to talk to you” she says with a fake smile. I shake my head.

“No. No, I… I can’t. Tell them I’m sorry,” I say apologetically. Rebecca’s face turns cold.

“No. No?” she says angrily. “Thos could be my one chance! My one chance to do something with my life!” she says about to scream.

“I’m, sorry” I say appalled. “It’s a no.”