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I’m crying. “I don’t remember.”
He snatches a tissue box off the nearby tray table. “You’ve been through a lot—”
“That’s just it,” I cut him off. “I don’t even know what I’ve gone through. I don’t even know how much time I’ve actually lost.” I blow my runny nose in a tissue that he hands me. My eyes feel more tender and swollen. “I mean, you married mybrother?” It seems unbelievable.
How could this amazing thing happen? How could I have forgotten?
“And-and,” I stammer, “you’re acting like my doctor, but you’re just a bodyguard. Your dad is my doctor.”
He shakes his head. “I’m your doctor, and I’m also Maximoff’s bodyguard.”
My jaw hits the floor. “Youreplaced Declan? Moffy would’ve hated that…” I trail off, not just because Farrow is starting to smile but because I remember my brother married him in the end.
“This all might come back to you soon,” Farrow reassures me. “Don’t get too hung up on it.” He can tell I’m overwhelmed.
I’ve just discovered I have multiple tattoos, a tongue piercing, and a brother-in-law. It’s the tip of a humongous iceberg, and to dive even deeper is a brain freeze I might not be ready for. But I don’t want to panic more and overly concern him and my family.
I wet my dry lips. “Can you just tell me how long I’ve been here? In the hospital?”How long have I been asleep?“Have I missed years?”
“No,” he says with certainty.
I inhale a stronger breath. “Months?”
“It’s barely been six hours,” Farrow says.
The accident happened recently then. Was it an accident? Did he say it was a car crash? I can’t remember…
“When can I see my mom and dad?” I ask him. “Where’s Moffy?”
He tells me he’s going to talk to them first. They’ll come in soon.Okay.I breathe fuller breaths. “Can…can I see my phone?” I mutter as he heads to the door.
He nods. “I’ll have a nurse bring in your personal items.” He takes a beat, sucking in a wince. “But I’d advisenotlooking at the internet. Can you do that?”
“Yeah,” I say, but I don’t even know if I’m lying to him or to myself.
He nods again, sweeps me from afar. I spot his concern, but I’m unsure if it’s normal doctorly concern or something more personal. I’m missing time, and in that time, did my relationship with Farrow change at all? Did we grow apart or closer?
It tries to unsettle me, so I focus more on the familiarity of him. “Thank you,” I whisper, resting back against the bed with a deep exhale.
“You need me, I’m one call button away.” He motions to the buttons on the bedframe, and I nod. Farrow gives me a warm consoling smile before leaving, but I wonder if he’s stepping out into the hallway with certain dread.
I wonder if hethinks I’m a lost cause.
I bite the edge of my fingernail. “Memories, don’t fail me,” I whisper to myself. I try so very hard to remember what happened to me.
Another flash.
Another picture frame.
Another glimpse.
Anything.
But it’s like grabbing air in a darkened room. There’s nothing to hold on to. Nothing to touch. Nothing to see.
It’s all just…
Gone.
