Lights. And sounds. And more lights. That's all she could feel. It was all too confused and all too much obfuscated. She heard fast and loud voices questioning, and someone replying but wasn't clear who the voices belonged to. A man, that she could understand. The same man who was holding her hand. All the rest was a dark hole in her mind. Someone asked "What is your name, Ma'am?" but she didn't know how to answer…

"Sharon" she heard the man saying "Her name is Sharon". That voice had something familiar she couldn't recall.
The ride was not long and finally she understood that it was a hospital they were running to and she was in an ambulance. So she must have been injured, but where? Slowly pieces of the puzzle started to attach into her head, but still the figure from the box wasn't that clear for her.

After hours of tests and more questions to which she couldn't reply, she was finally left in a room to rest. She heard doctors from afar speaking and vaguely understood words like concussion and broken ribs, but party in crime to the painkillers and that she couldn't see other than blurred figures moving, Sharon closed her eyes to rest.

"Good morning" she heard from a nice lovely voice. Sharon opened her eyes to a nurse who was checking her vitals and questioning again her name, the date, the president. She recalled the man calling her Sharon in the ambulance, but the date wasn't a sure thing, neither was the president.
"You've visitors but please," she turned to see the people coming in "Do not stress too much, you need to rest and be quiet" the nurse went away smiling to her.
Sharon was confused by all the faces, she couldn't remember who they were, but they all seemed to know her and be smiling happily that she was doing okay… sort of. Her head was bandaged and at the easiest move she felt her ribs creak and a lot of pain coming after.

Next to her sat a young boy, blonde hair and his eyes were all red from crying. "Are you okay?" was her first question by instinct "I am… yes sure… I'm… just happy to see you're fine" his smile was unsure "That is sweet of you." she smiled back.
There were so many people around, smiling and showing appreciation for her being cured and better, but she really could not remember a single name.
At the end of the round of hand shaking and more weird smiles, time froze for a small amount of seconds which seemed years: a scent, only a scent captured her. "Don't make me worry like this again, okay?" that voice, the same that was in the ambulance with her, the same warm hands that were holding hers. He was whispering and kissing her forehead. There was something in him that was familiar and somehow calming, that made all her worries about not remembering any name or face go away, and somehow she thought that contact might have meant that they were something more than just friends?

The doctor came into the room announcing it with loud voice "How are we doing today?" he had a quick look around "If you're not part of the family I'm afraid I've to ask you to leave please".
"I'm… I'm her son, can I stay" the young boy immediately stood up from the chair. So he was her son? And she had no memory of it? He must look like the father then, because she couldn't see much of herself in him. While everyone was leaving the room, the doctor started to explain a few things that came out from tests, confirming her broken ribs and concussion to her head "What we're experiencing here is also a little trace of a temporary a…." from the outside could be heard loud voices screaming of Let me in "I'm her husband. Please. I'm her husband. Sharon… oh my God, what happened to you?" husband? So she had a husband? All the feelings she had before for the other man, the one that came with her in the ambulance, the one who held her hand every second and had reassuring words of comfort in her painful time, who was he?

All of a sudden many sounds distracted the doctor from finishing, her heartbeat started to run faster and she felt like breathing was becoming a really hard thing to do in that moment. "Everyone out… NOW!" the nurse closed the door behind her making everyone out.

"Jack… what is going on?" Andy burst "I don't know. They sent us out… she's… not breathing good… what the hell happened to her?"

Inside the room everything was confused and Sharon only heard people trying to calm her down, trying to figure out things, and finally giving her a sedative to put her to sleep. Slowly her heartbeat started to run again at normal pace as she fell asleep on the pillow again.
The doctor came out to a crowd of worried people waiting for some words. "She had a panic attack. That's all that happened. She's stable and sleeping now, you should come back later. She'll be sleeping for few hours." he said. "Doctor, what is wrong with my wife?" Jack looked seriously worried to Rusty's opinion, but he learnt from Sharon that he was a real good magician at hiding his true colors until he needed something. He approached to listen. In a more quiet and whispered voice the doctor explained him what they found out from tests "Your wife must have hit her head pretty badly. She's suffering a temporary memory loss. Much of what was in her past life is gone for her. It's not too severe status, but she will need all your help and much patience, for even the most simple thing in her mind has gone for now. Help her remember, photos, music, recreate situations.. it will help her recovery but it will be slow and sometimes also painful to the both of you." he left Jack and Rusty to their own thoughts. They both were thinking the same thing, but none of the two said a word: how could Jack be of help to Sharon to remember things when he hadn't been in her life for far too long he could even remember what was their last memory together?

Rusty went closer to the group of people waiting for an answer, leaving Jack behind as it was his duty, as the grown up of that duo, to give the unpleasant news they just heard.
"The doctor said that… Sharon… she must have hit her head hard and…" he was hesitating trying to give out the news to Andy in the most easy way possible for him not to freak out. "Rusty!?" Andy raised his voice.
"She has amnesia…"

The silence jumped into the hall. So silent it could hear all their hearts beating with feelings for the news.