Forget Me Not By SydneyAlice.pdf

Forget Me Not By SydneyAlice

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Chapter 1

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Blinding white light.

It was too damn bright, and I immediately closed my eyes against the glare. I

reached for something – anything to cover my eyes from the sunlight. My hand

trailed along the bed in a desperate search until it finally fell off the mattress.

This is not my bed.

My bed was much larger and always had more pillows than it needed.

Where am I?

My head throbbed but I struggled to open one eye and lift myself off the pillow. I

was successful until I felt my stomach rebel against the movement, and I

collapsed against the bed with a frustrated groan.

"You're awake," a sweet female voice echoed in my ears. It was an unfamiliar

voice but oddly comforting, and I turned my head toward the sound. "I hope you

aren't hungry because today is Thursday."

Today is Thursday.

"Thursday is the absolute worst day to wake up in the hospital because there's

oatmeal for breakfast," she continued. "We're pretty sure that Old Lady Cope

brought the recipe over with her on the Mayflower. It's fairly disgusting and not

at all appetizing."

Hospital.

"I'm in the…Old Lady…who?" My head was so foggy.

"Cope," the woman repeated. "She's the dietician down in the cafeteria. You

might think it would be really hard to screw up oatmeal, but somehow, she

manages to do it every single Thursday."

"Thursday…" I mumbled as I squeezed my eyes tighter and tried to

remember…anything. "Why am I in the hospital?"

I felt the voice's body move closer to me and adjust my blanket. She leaned over

the bed, and the aroma of tangerines and cream flooded my senses. It was

overwhelming and delicious, and a horrific thought suddenly entered my mind.

Don't they say that your sense of smell is heightened whenever –

"Am I blind?" I shouted frantically.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't answer that," she said as she giggled softly. "Why don't

you open your eyes and find out?"

Oh yeah.

"Because it hurts to open my eyes," I grumbled.

"I'm not surprised. Whoever beat you up really did a number on you. They also

took your wallet, so we haven't been able to notify your family. I'll just notify

your doctor that you're awake and then we'll see about getting you something

decent to eat."

Someone beat me up? My head throbbed worse as I tried to remember that. Why

couldn't I remember?

It was a struggle, but I managed to open my eyes. Relieved that I wasn't blind

after all, I squinted my eyes against the sunlight streaming through the blinds as

I surveyed the room. There was a television on the wall and pitcher of water at

my bedside. There were a pair of shoes in the chair, and I wondered if they were

mine. I tried not to panic when I realized I couldn't be sure.

My inventory was suddenly interrupted by a voice – one not nearly as feminine

and sweet as the one before.

"Good morning," the man smiled as he made his way toward the bed. "I'm Dr.

Cheney. It's good to see you awake."

"Thanks, I think," I muttered as I leaned back against the pillow and closed my

eyes once again. "I feel like I've been hit by a train."

"Not quite a train, but yes, you took quite a beating," Dr. Cheney replied as he

examined the various cuts and bruises on my body. I hadn't really taken a good

look at myself, but my arm was covered in bruises and my hand was wrapped in

a bandage.

"It actually looks worse than it is," Dr. Cheney assured me. "You had some minor

abrasions on your hands and legs and there's a pretty big stitch along your

forehead."

I lifted my hand and winced as my fingers brushed across the wound just above

my eyebrow.

"Your injuries were minor, which is a miracle considering Charlie found you

muddy and bleeding down by the river."

"Charlie?"

"He's the sheriff," Dr. Cheney explained. "He and his deputies found you lying

unconscious near Sol Duc Falls."

Sol Duc Falls? Is that an actual waterfall? Why was I there?

"Where the hell am I?"

"You're in Forks."

"Forks…" The name was unfamiliar.

"Forks, Washington," the doctor clarified. "Where are you from?"

What was I doing in Forks, Washington?

"I'm from…" I closed my eyes as my mind tried to conjure the word and send it to

my mouth. "I'm from…"

I had no idea, and the doctor realized it the same time I did. He shined a light in

my eye and asked me to follow his finger as it darted from side to side. I had no

idea if I was successful. My head felt like a jackhammer was pulsating inside of it,

and his damn miniature flashlight wasn't helping. He slipped it back into his

pocket and wrote something on the chart in his hand.

"Do you know your name?"

"Edward," I replied without hesitation, and I sighed with relief at actually knowing

the answer. "I'm Edward."

"That's great," Dr. Cheney smiled and wrote something else down on his chart.

"And your last name?"

I frowned. I had absolutely no idea.

"Don't panic. Now that you're awake we can run some tests," Dr. Cheney

explained.

"Are you feeling dizzy at all?"

"Some, especially when you flash that light in my face."

"Sorry," he chuckled lightly. "Do you remember anything about the river or how

you got there?"

I shook my head no and immediately regretted it. Groaning, I closed my eyes

and begged the room to stop spinning.

"You've obviously been through a traumatic experience," he said as he clicked his

pen and stuffed it into his pocket. "Try to get some rest. Are you in any other

pain besides your headache?"

Honestly, I ached all over, but the headache was definitely the worst of it.

"Not really," I mumbled. "How long have I been here?"

"You've been in the hospital for three days," the doctor explained patiently. "Try

not to worry. I'm going to order some tests and I'll prescribe something for your

headache. Your nurse will be back shortly."

My spirits immediately lifted at the mention of my nurse.

"The nurse that smells like tangerines and cream?" I murmured tiredly, and the

doctor laughed. I couldn't help but smile as I leaned back against my pillows and

closed my eyes.

"That's the one. She's a favorite around here."

I had no doubt.

OOO

Chapter 2

Tangerine Dream

EPOV

I had no idea how long I slept, but when I awoke again, the sun was unbelievably

brighter and I begged for someone to close the blinds. I sighed with relief as the

room grew darker, and I was suddenly assaulted with the same mouth-watering

fragrance from earlier.

Was that today? Yesterday? I had no idea.

I opened my eyes, desperate to find the source of the scent, and my eyes

focused on the nurse at my bedside. She was completely absorbed in whatever

she was reading on her clipboard, giving me my first real opportunity to look at

her. Her brown hair was in a ponytail and she looked as if she needed a good

night's sleep.

"You're pretty."

Deep brown eyes darted up from the clipboard, and she smiled. I hadn't meant to

say that aloud, but after seeing her smile, I was really glad that I did.

"So you aren't blind after all," she said as she laid the chart down on the bedside

table. She reached for the pitcher and began to pour a glass of water. "Although I

think you definitely need to have your eyes examined. I'll alert the doctor."

"Pretty and humble."

I raised myself up against the pillow as she lifted the cup to my lips. The water

soothed my dry throat, and I thanked her as she poured me another glass and

offered me a large white pill.

"For your headache," she said.

I swallowed it gratefully.

"So your name is Edward," she said as she gazed at my chart.

"Yes," I replied.

"I'm Bella."

"Of course you are," I chuckled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked as she checked my pulse. I felt a

tingle on my skin where her fingers touched the inside of my wrist.

"Well, Bella means beautiful, doesn't it?"

She gazed at me quizzically before grinning.

"You can't remember your last name but you can remember Italian?"

"Yeah," I frowned as she pulled her hand away from my wrist. "That's not weird

at all, is it?"

Bella smiled sympathetically as she made a note on the chart before placing a

stethoscope in her ears.

"Hopefully it's just temporary," Bella said gently. "Be quiet and let me take your

blood pressure."

It was impossible to keep my eyes off her. Her face was so expressive when she

worked. As she took my reading, a small crease formed between her eyebrows

that slowly disappeared as the cuff relaxed around my arm. She smiled softly,

and I knew instantly that my blood pressure was fine.

"Very good," Bella nodded, and I tried to hide my smug smile at having read her

so easily. She placed the stethoscope around her neck and removed the cuff. "I

bet you're hungry."

I was actually starving, and Bella grinned. Apparently, she could read me, too.

"Something light for now," she said as she placed the tray over my table. "You

haven't had solid food in at least three days. We aren't sure how long you were at

the river, but Charlie doesn't think you were out there for more than a few

hours."

I stared at the jiggly stuff on my plate.

"Is that Jell-O?"

Why could I remember the craziest shit, but I couldn't remember my last name?

"It's supposed to be." She sounded unsure as I poked at the red mass. "I brought

you some chicken broth, too. I promise it's better than the oatmeal."

I brought the spoon to my lips. It actually wasn't too bad. Maybe I was just

starving.

"Charlie's the sheriff?" I asked after I swallowed a few spoonfuls.

"Yep."

"How does he know that I wasn't unconscious for more than three days?"

"He doesn't," Bella admitted. "But we have a lot of wild animals, and since you

still have all of your body parts, it's safe to assume you weren't out there long."

Well, that was comforting.

"You were really fortunate," Bella said gently as she adjusted my blanket. "They

don't usually patrol out near the falls. It's a good thing that someone found you.

And you have no broken bones and no internal bleeding. All in all, I'd say you're

really lucky."

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