"Sometimes the body remembers what the heart forgets"
First Meeting
By bluephoenixj
"Patient: Darien Shields. Age: approximately seventeen or eighteen. Birth date unknown. Blood type O. He is now a senior at Azabu High. The patient appears to be suffering from some type of amnesia." An aged man stood just outside the slightly ajar doors of a hospital room talking to a middle-aged brunette. Both wore white lab coats and matching clipboards rested in their palms. The female flipped through Darien's record and peered at it curiously through blue rimmed glasses.
"It says here in his record he
has a history of amnesia." She looked up at the male doctor
expectantly. He thought back hard to the day when he first got the
patient and sighed at his misfortune.
"Yes, it seems his
parents, his only known relatives, died in a car crash when he was
only seven. During the same incident he lost his memory, also. He's
lived in an orphanage up until recently completely unfamiliar with
his past identity. However…he remembers his life up until the
beginning of his junior year at Azabu High. It seems his
memory banks were cleared once again about…," the doctor took his
turn to shuffle through the papers on his clipboard, "…two weeks
ago!" he cried in astonishment. His condition is very curious."
"You're saying he only remembers his life from age seven up until a year ago?! He has absolutely no recollection of what occurred to put him in this state?" The woman was baffled and felt at a loss as how to approach the situation. She pleaded to the gods that some miraculous clue would solve the mystery that lay just beyond the doors.
"Unfortunately, no. Also, with the lack of insight into his background we have no one to contact about his whereabouts." The doctor placed his hand to his head as it twisted from side to side in frustration. "It seems the best route of action here is to-"
"Keep him in here until he regains his memory or becomes stable enough to survive without it," the younger doctor finished with a sigh.
"He's only a little older than my daughter," she thought," If something happened to her—I couldn't bear for her to be in the situation he is in."She looked up at her superior with both determination and sincerity.
"I trust you will take good care of Mr. Shields while I am away," he peered down at her assured that if anyone could restore his ex-patient, she could," Mrs. Anderson." Mrs. Anderson nodded with the spirit and control of a lion. Her stance was unwavering and her goal desperate. She looked at the white door to her left and became distant.
" I wonder..."