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Forget Me Not

Summary:
The Cullens have left Forks, leaving Bella broken hearted and alone until a near-fatal car accident temporarily erases her memories. What happens when the one person she finds comfort with happens to be the brother of the man she can't remember? Will she regain her memories of Edward or will she find a new love with Jasper?


Notes:
This story starts around the beginning of New Moon. Rated NR-17. B/E and B/J. DISCLAIMER: All characters are the sole property of Stephanie Meyers but the story is my own.


2. Desperate to Remember

Rating 3/5   Word Count 1382   Review this Chapter

“Bella, honey wake up,” a familiar female voice echoed through my head. My eyes fluttered open to a foggy haze of unfamiliar faces staring down at me.

“She’s awake! I’ll get the doctor,” another familiar voice, but this one was male.

I gazed down at the sling that held my right arm, blanketed in a cast, snug against my chest. Well, at least it doesn’t hurt. My left hand was fine; other than a few random cuts that seemed to be healing already. An I.V. was taped to the top of my hand with a clear liquid running through it. I glanced up at the metal pole that was positioned near the head of my bed and noticed two large bags labeled ‘Morphine’ hanging from the hooks. That explains the absence of pain. My eyes danced like two drunken barflies, catching a brief reflection of an unrecognizable face looking back at me from the curvature of the pole. I froze. Masses of black and purple swells swallowed my features. My hair, thick with sweat, took the shape of the hospital pillow. With a shallow breath, I forced myself to look away. There were two women in the room with me. One was a nurse and the other… I wasn’t sure who the other woman was, but she seemed to know exactly who I was.

“Bella,” she said. Tears were streaming down her face, pooling at the corners of her mouth.

It took a moment to realize that she was talking to me. I stared into her heart-broken eyes but still, no memory of this woman’s identity came to mind. I wanted to cry. I had no idea what was happening to me. Hell, I barely knew who I was! Everyone around me seemed distraught, as if watching a Ming Vase crash to the floor in the Smithsonian. I sat in a daze, unsure of how I should be feeling. Fear swept over me when I accepted the fact that I didn’t know these people and, as far as I could tell, I was in no condition to run away should they try to hurt me. One of the machines started beeping more frequently as my heart raced and the panic only became even more overwhelming when a man in a police uniform entered the room.

“The doctor’s coming,” he informed the woman, offering a gentle hand to her back.

“Oh God, Charlie, she doesn’t remember who we are!” she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder.

The officer lingered for a moment with a look of distress clouding his face. Capturing a deep breath, he approached my bed with caution. He reached his bandaged hand out to me but withdrew it when I flinched.

“Bells, I am so sorry.”

I stared up at his face, noticing a bandage spotted with blood above his right eye. I could only conclude that whatever happened to me that landed me in the hospital had something to do with him as well. He ran his hand down his tear-soaked mustache which, for some reason, had caught my attention. Think, think!I closed my eyes and focused my thoughts on the image of the officer’s mustache. Bella, Bells, Charlie….mustache. I might have gone through a few dozen more words had it not been for the creaking of the door as the nurse left, pulling me out of my forced concentration.

“Dad,” I whimpered. My eyes flashed open and a sense of accomplishment washed over me.

“That’s right Bells, its Dad!” He eased my free hand into his, grinning from ear to ear. I looked over at the woman that was still standing at the foot of my bed, shaking with grief. Faint memories of her eyes drifted in and out of my head. I could try to guess who she was but I didn’t want to hurt her - she seemed to be in enough pain without me trying to play a guessing game with her. I focused even harder on her eyes, determined to regain one more memory. I knew now that Charlie was my father, and this woman referred to them as ‘us’. A memory of her flashed through my mind, like lightning striking metal.

“Mom,” I sighed, exhausted from trying to force my mind to function normally.

Renee took her place at my right side and, despite the flow of tears, I could see the sadness fade from her face.

“Bella, can you remember how you got here?” she asked.

Is she serious?I nearly fried my brain trying to remember the two of them and now she wants me to try and remember the cause of my hospitalization! I was too tired to talk anymore. I shook my head and leaned back into the lumpy pillow that was propping me up. I started to close my eyes but was instantly interrupted by a hand that forced my left eyelid open and was blinded by a bright light.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up,” a coarse voice began.

The light disappeared from my left eye and quickly reappeared in my right. Once the yellow spots faded, I saw a man with white hair holding a pen-sized flashlight. Even though I knew he was just doing his job, I couldn’t help thinking how much I wanted to snatch the flashlight out of his hands and throw it at his head.

“Doc, she seems to be having trouble with her memory,” Charlie said, offering an apologetic glance in my direction before focusing his attention on the doctor.

“Bella, can you tell me what day it is,” the old man asked. I didn’t respond. “How about this guy here,” he inquired, patting Charlie on the shoulder, “can you tell me who he is?” I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Cha- Dad,” I corrected myself. Charlie flashed a disapproving look at me, but it faded quickly. Had it not been for the fact that I was lying broken in the hospital, I am sure he would have given me another lecture on the evils of addressing him by his first name rather than calling him ‘Dad’.

“She is suffering from temporary amnesia. More than likely, a result of the concussion she received when her head went through the glass window,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

I lifted my hand to my head and rubbed circles on my scalp, searching the matted tangles of my hair for evidence of his statement.

“How long will it take for her to get her memory back?” Renee joined the conversation.

“It’s hard to say, it could take as little as a few days, or…”

“Or what…” Charlie was on his feet now, towering over the frail old man.

“Let’s just wait and see, shall we?” the doctor retorted. I got the feeling that the end of the doctor’s previous statement was not something any of us wanted to know.

“Is there anything we can do to help her?” asked Charlie.

“Not really. Just try to keep her stress level at a minimum,” the doctor shrugged. He started to leave, but paused at the door. “I almost forgot,” he said, pushing his hands into the pockets of his lab coat and turning towards Charlie. “Dr. Cullen is in town for a seminar in Port Angeles and heard about the accident. He wanted to stop in and visit Bella, if that’s okay with you.” As if in response, Charlie quickly disappeared into the hallway with the doctor.

“I don’t want any of the Cullens near Bella,” I heard him begin, but couldn’t hear anything else once the door was closed. When I looked to Renee for some kind of an explanation she merely shook her head. If I had the energy, I would have demanded answers - not that I would understand anything they were talking about. Besides, I didn’t know who the Cullens were so it would be pointless to argue my right to choose my visitors.

The nurse returned to my room just long enough to flip a switch on the metal pole and then left again. I closed my eyes, curled up into a ball, and listened to the humming and beeping of the different machines in my room. Within moments, I was asleep again.