Steps One Shots (ish)

Flee - Amnesia (part 1)

This is sort of a third part to the Flee series, it certainly follows that cannon.
I'm putting it out there I'm sorry for this, I love it but also sort of hate it. Also massive scientific inaccuracies ahead (I don't do Biology or Psychology so forgive them)

Setting - 2019, the twins are now 5 (going on 6), Benjamin is 10. Also for the purpose of this please imagine Lisa, J and their two never moved to Dubai (should have put that memo way back in the chapter where the twins were born really but oh well).

Faye:
When I woke a was vaguely aware of an annoying beeping sound and the weird kind of ache you get after an injection in my arm. Where the hell was I? I couldn't be at home, I knew that much. I dared myself to open my eyes but the light stung so much I immediately closed them again. What little of my surroundings I had seen was a white room, well a white ceiling, which didn't really narrow my choices down much. As my senses slowly reawakened I was aware someone was holding my hand, and I tried to squeeze it, though my body wasn't quite working properly yet.
I must have managed to at least move my hand because a deep male voice spoke. "Faye? Are you awake?"
I didn't recognise the voice properly, it was familiar, but I couldn't think why and I panicked, I knew I had a boyfriend, so what was I doing with this guy somewhere I didn't recognise? I hadn't? Had I? I slowly opened my eyes, and blinked rapidly as they adapted to the light. I turned my body a little so I could get a look at the mystery man next to me. He was sat in the chair beside me, but I could tell he was tall. He had dark hair and dark eyes. Just like what I assumed had been his voice had, he felt strangely familiar, but I couldn't work out why. And then, as I glanced at the wall behind him for clues, things started to slot together. I was in hospital for some reason, but this dark haired stranger, I had no idea who he was.
"Heya Faye baby." I looked at him with wide eyes. I had a boyfriend and he wasn't that boy.

"Faye? Oh god please tell me you recognise me." The guy asked.
I looked at him a little more, scanning his face, his clothes, searching for any clues that might give me a hint, but when I found none I shook my head. "I have a boyfriend." I tried to say. My voice was raspy and quiet, but I'd said it.
A look of pain crossed his face and he bit his lip. He looked like he wanted to say something about the issue, but he thought better of it. He wiped a tear from his face. "I'm sorry." He muttered as he got up, sliding a couple of things from the side, and quickly left the room.
I could hear him talking to a nurse just down the hallway but I couldn't make out the words they were saying. I was still too puzzled by who that guy that had been in here was, because the familiarity of him was bugging at my mind, I just couldn't work out who he was or why I felt he was so important to me.

I was dragged back to reality by the nurse walking into my room with a doctor.
"Ah Faye, hello I'm Dr Williams. Do you know where you are or why you're here?" The doctor asked.
I struggled to try and get into a better position to look at them. "Oh sweetie don't try and sit up too quickly, just in case." The nurse said, standing alongside the bed.
"Uhm... well I'm in hospital, but I'm not sure why." I replied. My voice was still awful. Why was everything so strange. "That guy who was in here just now, who was that?" I asked.
The doctor noted something down on a clipboard. "Okay, no worries. I think you might have amnesia, which is fine, there are ways of helping that." She replied, ignoring my question. "You've been unconscious for nearly three weeks, but no-one seems to know what happened to you."
"Do I need to ask the psychology department to send someone over?" The nurse asked.
"Yes, and for goodness sake get her a drink, I know what your like at remembering Jodie." Dr Williams said.

Lee:
It had only been a month since she'd ended up in hospital. Four weeks. It had felt like a lifetime. And for the last week I'd basically avoided seeing her, or the hospital for that matter. It probably would have felt like forever even without the twins, Benjamin was old enough to work out that difficult questions about how his mama was would upset me, but the twins were not. Their questions kept veering between "Is mama going to be okay?" to "Will mama die?" and while in essence they were the same question one was a lot more sinister than the other. This morning's round of twenty questions, Imogen's fault on this occasion, before I'd even finished breakfast had been the final straw at me taking care of the three of them. I needed a break.