A/N: LWD belongs to Disney, not me.
"Casey? Casey honey, are you awake?"
She opened heavy eyelids to a brightly lit room, in a sterile room full of people she didn't recognize. They seemed to be concerned about a girl named Casey… except they were looking at her.
She blinked rapidly, willing the black spots in front of her to disappear. They were surrounding her, leaning their faces in as if studying a lab animal. The only difference being that their faces were filled to the brim with concern.
The woman called out the name again.
"Casey?"
As she slowly turned her head to face the woman, she was overwhelmed with a sense of loss. This woman was tearing up; her face splotchy, her eyes rimmed red. Yet she had the strangest notion that the woman was feeling…love. For her.
"Should I know you?" she asked the woman, her voice scratchy from the lack of use. At this, tears fell openly from the woman's face, which she buried in the man's shoulder.
"Casey," a young girl began, approaching her. "Don't you recognize any of us?"
There were six of them in all; a very little girl hugging the leg of a teenage boy in a leather jacket, the young girl standing beside a boy about her age, and the woman and her companion. They all seemed crestfallen at her responses.
"I'm sorry," she told them, truly meaning it. She had no idea what they wanted from her, but first, she needed to find out who she was.
"Who am I?" The woman choked back more tears at this question.
"Your name is Casey McDonald," the young girl spoke up again. "You're my sister. You're our sister." The girl gestured to the other kids.
"Yes, and I'm your stepfather," the man said kindly, wiping the woman's face. His next words made her heart cringe. "This is your mother."
She nodded in acceptance. Amnesia. She had amnesia. How could she not feel anything for this poor woman feeling a world of pain just because she did not recognize her? How could she feel so lost and detached from this caring family that was hers?
Simple. She just couldn't. She didn't have any memory of any of these people to feel anything for them.
"Oh… Hello, mother," she said stiffly, as she accepted a wet hug from the woman. She was not released from the hug for a moment or two. It gave her a chance to get a better sense of her surroundings. It was a large room, with closed curtains over large windows. Fluorescent light made everything seem eerily pale and sterile. Two chairs were against the wall from her seat on the cot, and an identical setting with another cot was right beside hers. A boy with dirty blond hair lay on the cot, his face and arms scratched up. A man seeming to be the boy's father stood by the boy's cot, his lined face frowning with worry.
Once she was released from the hug, she sighed. She had so many questions about herself, about them, but mostly about what had happened to make her this way.
"You were in a car accident," said the teenage boy, as if reading her thoughts. "Sam over there," he jerked his head to the second cot, "was driving at the time. You were in the car with him when you collided with a drunk driver."
She looked at him. She could not recognize him, as much as she tried. Just like she had no recollection of what had happened. She nodded to acknowledge his explanation.
"…Are you my brother?" she asked timidly.
"Yeah, yeah I am," he replied with the tiniest of smiles.
"Was I…I mean, am I friends with that boy?" She said, looking at the battered figure on the second cot.
"Yeah. He was, is, your…boyfriend," he said, voice a little tight.
"Oh." She didn't feel anything for the figure on the cot, as a girlfriend should feel for her boyfriend. But then again, she didn't feel anything for the woman who was supposedly her mother either.
"Could I go home now?" she asked, directing the question at him. For a reason she couldn't fathom, she somehow knew that he was her age, that she was his age. And the best she could do without a trace of memory was to try and relate with someone. He would have to do.
The boy exchanged a short glance with the man who was still holding the crying woman, and nodded.
"Yeah, Casey, let's take you home."
A/N: My second attempt at a Dasey fic. Please be gentle. Hopefully, it won't be a failure like my last one…