I can't get her out of my mind. After that day, where she left me at the toll bridge. I can still picture her saying,

"The right thing wasn't to lead me on,"

Then sobbing away. I shouldn't of let her slip through my fingers. I really thought it was the right decision. Until I realized that I lost the love, I loved the most.

There I was, lying on the ground dripping wet, with a women with the most beautiful set of eyes I have ever seen watching over me. And that short pixie cut hair that looks amazing on her, staring into my eyes saying everything's going to be okay. I believed her even though I don't where I am or who she is. I still believe her. For some reason, I have trust in the oddly familiar woman that appears to just save my life.

Suddenly, I found myself in a hospital bed, with nurses and doctors cramming my room with confusion and panic. All I could see was that beautiful dark haired woman staring at me behind the glass that separates us. Then this one blonde woman walked towards me, practically in tears, and tried to come to me, until Dr. Whale told her she had to leave. I don't even know who that woman is; the only person I really recognize is that dark haired woman. I wish I knew her name. So I can stop describing her and call her by her own name.

That night, I couldn't stop thinking of my savior. She was so pretty. And the kindness in her eyes just makes me melt every time she looks at me. I'm like a deer caught in headlights when she looks at me. I feel like I know her from somewhere that we have this sort of connection that I don't feel with anyone else. Except for the blonde woman with that red leather jacket and the long blonde curls that was with the woman with the short dark hair. But it's a different connection. I feel like she is related to me some way, somehow. But I can't quite put my finger on it.

Actually, I can't put my finger on anything lately. One, because I can barley move my left arm, because of a scar on my shoulder, and two because I can't remember anything. I have a bad case of amnesia. The doctor said that he doesn't know when it will ware off, or maybe it won't at all.

They also claim that a women that I feel absolutely nothing when I'm with her, Is my wife. I don't believe it. She looks happy when she's around me and all, but when she's around me, I wish it was the dark haired women. I know, that kind of sounds wrong, but it the truth. Her name is "Catherine".

She brought me pictures to help me jog my memory, but nothing came back. Just as I hoped, the dark haired woman turned the corner with flowers in her hand. She went to each bed and gave them flowers. I was in my own room watching the beautiful women making her way towards my room, taking her time. All of the sudden my heart raced as she came closer. It seemed to do this every time I saw her from the minute I laid eyes on her.

I guess Catherine was talking to me because when I looked at her she seemed confused. I was puzzled too.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.

"I asked if you remembered our dog, Ajax?"

"Oh yea! CJay!" how's he been?"

"It's Ajax, David"

"Ohh... I knew that. Yeah, duh"

I guess she caught me staring at the girl in the window because she said "That's Mary; she saved your life a few days ago."

Days ago? I thought. It feels like seconds...

Suddenly, the doorknob twisted and the door opened very gently. I saw a woman, the same women that saved my life. Mary. That's a cute name. It suites her. She's so calm and friendly. I can't imagine any other name for her.

"Hello, Mrs. Nolan, Mr. Nolan, how are you feeling?" she asked with the sweetest voice.

I guess I must have been staring at her because she looked at me like she was waiting for something.

"He's doing fine. Just has a little distraction I guess." Catherine said.

"Oh, yea I'm doing fine. I guess I just have to get used to my name."

"That's completely understandable." Mary said with a weak grin.

Her grin was so cute. I couldn't help but smile.

She blushed. This made my smile even bigger. This made her blush more, and maybe a slight giggle here and there. All I know is that she is the most adorable thing. Ever.

Apparently, Catherine is completely blind because she didn't realize the connection Mary and I had at the moment.

Dr Whale turned the corner, and entered the room.

"Visiting hours are over, Catherine, it's time to go home. David will come home in about a week or two. But you can come visit tomorrow if you'd like." Dr. Whale said, with a smile.

"Oh, of course. I will most definitely be back tomorrow." she looked at David and gave him a kiss goodbye. His eyes were open, still looking at Mary, who was near the corner of the room twiddling with the ring on her finger. The ring seemed oddly familiar. Like it was his. But that couldn't be possible, could it?

Dr. Whale didn't say anything to Mary, because she was a volunteer there so she wasn't exactly visiting.

After Catherine left, Mary was about to leave until David said Wait! She stopped in her tracks and turned her head around facing David. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to thank you for saving my life a few days ago, I didn't quite get a proper introduction from you?" he smirked.

She laughed slightly

"I'm Mary Margaret Blanchard. A school teacher by day, Volunteer by night. You?" she laughed.

"Well, considering I just woke up from a coma, my name is supposedly David Nolan. Ummm, I Was brought back to life by this girl named Mary, I hate the pea soup that they serve at this hospital, I'm a patient by day, and a secret ninja that lies in bed all night to protect his identity from evil witches that try to steal his soul and use it as a decoration on their wall. Interesting, huh?"

"Very. Quite impressive." Mary said shaking her head up and down, of course smiling, "And I'm secretly cat women. Who prowls through the forest searching for birds and lizards." she said in a jokingly sarcastic voice. She sighs and says "I'm glad I got that off my chest."

It was silent for a few moments until the two of them burst out in laughter at the same time. He loved to see her laugh. It made him melt like the wicked witch of the west when Dorothy poured the bucket of water on her.

"I should be going. It's getting late. I must be home soon to get some sleep, see you tomorrow, David?"

"Sure, Bye Mary, " David said. Trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

When Mary headed out the door, and turned the corner, David sighed.

They both knew that she didn't want to leave. And that was a fact.