Help Me Remember
-fanfic by Milka-Weasley-
Prologue: The Awakening
"Doctor Sanders," nurse Applegate whispered to him, "A woman came and asked for her daughter. I think it's possible to be her mother... Just a thought anyway."
Michael Sanders seemed rather excited to hear this news. He immediately left the reception room and both of them hurried down the hall to his office. It seemed as though they were worried the woman might escape if they wouldn't get there on time.
"Thank you, Miss Applegate," he said to the nurse when they came to the door. "I'll take her from here."
He slowly entered his office, seeing a short middle age woman sitting in a chair near the office desk. Michael noticed she had an exhausted expression on her face. One brief look at her eyes told him that the woman was still hoping, though. Her small hands were curled up in her lap. The entire sight gave the impression she had been through a lot of pain and suffering.
The woman stood up, but the doctor softly said:
"No need for that. Be sure to make yourself like home."
She tried to smile, but only a cramp appeared on her face. "My girl...", she muttered, "Is she here?"
"We don't know that just yet, Mrs…?"
"Davis."
The doctor shortly nodded. "Mrs Davis, I think it'll be necessary for you to describe me your daughter, so we can see if she's at our hospital."
Mrs Davis sighed. "My girl…" she said absent-mindedly, as though she was trying to remember her daughter. "She's got the nicest smile in the whole wide word. Her voice could melt the hardest hearts…" The woman startled at her own words. "Not could. It still can, I am sure. She is a beautiful girl, doctor. Yeah… very beautiful."
"I am sure she is," the doctor patiently said, "But what I need to know is how she looks like. What is the colour of her hair? Her eyes? Does she have any specific scars? Tattoos? Piercing?"
"My girl has a long and flat blonde, almost golden hair. Her eyes are like two wonderful diamonds. You never know whether they are blue... or green... or grey... " Mrs. Davis tiredly said, but managed to smile at the mention of her daughter.
The expression on doctor's face suddenly changed. It became stiff and blank and showed no real intrigue any more. It wasn't her mother, after all.
Mrs. Davis seemed to feel the sudden change. Her motherly instinct told her that once again her search ended as a failure. A quiet sob escaped her lips.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Davis." doctor Sanders tenderly whispered, leaving the woman to cry in peace. "I really am."
He calmly put his hand on her shoulders. Then he turned around and slowly went out of his office. There was absolutely nothing left he could do for her.