Chapter Two
"Retrograde amnesia?" Molly repeated what the doctor told her. That Michael had lost his memory and couldn't recall who he was. The surgeon nodded. "It is quite common Miss Parker. He did have a concussion but no serious brain injuries."
"But will he get his memories back?" Molly asked the surgeon.
"It depends. Sometimes it'll take a few days or weeks. Other times it will take a while...": The surgeon explained. "Right now what Michael needs is his family and close friends. Anyone who can help jog his memory..." the surgeon paused and looked at her.
"You said you know him Miss Parker?" He asked her.
"I just met him today at work. It was like for five seconds. I hardly know him..." Molly sighed. She was tired and it had been a long, trying night. She looked at her watch. It was almost two in the morning and she had to work the next day, reporting to a new boss.
"Alright then..." the surgeon nodded. "We'll try to contact his immediate family once we checked him through the system."
"He's resting now?" Molly asked. The surgeon looked at her and gave a nod. "Can I see him? Would it be okay" Molly asked.
"I think that would be alright Miss Parker. He's in ward 4G."
"Thanks," Molly smiled and headed down the hospital hallway. She knocked on the door softly and walked in. Michael was asleep, dressed in a white hospital gown. She just looked at him, seeing his black hair that fell on his forehead and studied his perfect chiseled profile. There was a small gauze on his temple.
"You must have someone..." Molly whispered. "Someone who loves you, someone who can help you remember..."
Molly sighed and walked closer, careful not to make any sound especially the click of her heels. She moved the chair that was by the hospital bed and sat down. She breathed and looked around. She saw a single white feather that was by Michael's bed. It was long and delicate and had a slight golden tip. Molly wondered how the swan feather got there. She took it and placed it on the bedside drawer. She didn't know why but she took Michael's soft hand and held it.
"I'm sorry..." She spoke softly, barely above a whisper as she squeezed Michael's hand. "I'm sorry I hit you with my car...I really didn't mean to. You appeared out of nowhere and I didn't have time to stopped the brakes. And I'm sorry you have amnesia..." She paused and smiled at Michael's sleeping face.
"But the doctor said that you're going to be fine and I really believe it. You'll probably get your memory back soon and everything will be okay. Just please don't sue me..." Molly suddenly begged.
"Cause I'm really broke. I hardly have enough to pay my student loan and credit card bills. And I know it's my fault because I tend to shop when I get stressed or nervous which happens a lot. I try to be all calm and composed with all the yoga and meditation but I guess I'm just the same old Molly I had always been...Unsure and gawky and easily excitable."
Molly sighed and looked at Michael. "I don't know why I'm even telling you this..." She then gave Michael one final squeeze before taking her hand away from his. Molly stood up and pulled the covers over him. She didn't want him to be cold. She looked at her watch and felt sleepy and sat down on the chair again. Molly closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
When she woke up, she was stunned to find a pair of deep blue eyes staring at hers. Molly realized that she had rested her head on Michael's chest as she leaned from the chair. She didn't even know how that happen but somewhere sometime in the night she had snuggled close to him.
"Oh God..." She whispered and sat up. "I'm so sorry..." Molly flushed. She could feel her cheeks redden and being a pale redhead, she knew it would be very obvious to Michael. He looked at her and gave a warm gentle smile, something she didn't really expect from a guy she had only yesterday crashed her car into.
"Molly right?" He asked her and the sound of his rich timbre sent shivers down her spine. The good kind of shivers. There was just something about the way Michael's voice sounded. It just seemed to mesmerize her.
"You remember?" Molly spoke and stared at him.
"Er not really..." Michael said and pointed at her chest. Molly looked down and saw her Forrester Corporation staff pass that hung from her lanyard. She didn't even realize that she still had it on.
"Oh..." Molly uttered. She couldn't hide the disappointment on her face.
"I'm sorry," Michael spoke and looked at her. She saw the downcast look on his bright blue eyes and she felt bad. He didn't have anything to be sorry for. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't remember. After all she was the one who knocked him down.
"No it's okay," Molly said and gave a small smile.
"Are we related or something?" Michael asked and looked at her closely. Molly shook her head. "Nope. I'm an only child and you're definitely not my cousin. Trust me I would know." She said and smiled.
"Oh good." Michael said and gave a nod. Molly then gave a curious smile and wondered what Michael meant.
"I mean it's not good that I can't remember you..." Michael said nervously. "But it's good to know that the hot redhead sleeping on my chest isn't a family member."
"Oh." Molly spoke awkwardly. Hot? Michael actually said that she was hot.
"So are we like together?" Michael asked, his sea blue eyes and their liquid depths bored into hers. "Are you my girlfriend? Fiancee? Wife?" He had this flirty tone in his voice and that made Molly laughed softly. She shook her head and smiled.
"Actually I'm the girl who hit you."
"You hit me?" Michael stared at her, surprised by what she just said.
"With my car..." Molly explained suddenly feeling afraid of how he would react. Michael only gave a nod and smiled at her.
"They said you call the ambulance soon after and tried CPR..." Michael said to Molly who only gave a small bashful smile. "You were unconscious and I grew worried." Molly told him.
"So you saved my life?" Michael asked.
"I don't think crashing into you with my car and calling the ambulance counts as saving a life." Molly said with a sigh.
"Sure it does..." Michael said smiling that heartbreaking smile. Molly didn't know what to say and only managed a small smile.
"It's weird that I can't remember..." Michael spoke and touched his head, feeling the gauze on his temple. "Its kinda cliche don't you think?" He asked her and smiled again. "I always thought this sort of thing only happens to people in the movies."
"I think these things do happen but the doctor said that you will recover soon." Molly said and gave a reassuring smile.
"I hope so..." Michael breathed. "It's like my whole mind is a blank. All I know is that my name is Michael Archer. That's it. I don't know who I am. Where I've been, people I've known or met."
"It'll come back to you..." Molly spoke and Michael looked into her eyes, like he truly believed her.
She looked at her watch and saw that it was already nine. She was going to be late for work and she panicked. She immediately stood up and grabbed her bag.
"Michael. I'm sorry but I have to go to work..." She said and gave an apologetic smile.
"You have to go? Now?" Michael asked her, he didn't sound too pleased that she had to leave.
"I'm really sorry," Molly said with a wince. "But I'll come by later during lunch, I promise." She said and Michael's worried face turned into a smile.
"Promise?" He asked her again and held her hand. Molly saw the hopeful look he had in his eyes. That poor thing, he probably feels all alone. She thought to herself.
"I promise." She said and gave a nod.
"You know I'm glad it was you who ran into me..." Michael spoke and Molly just stared at him, shocked he would say that.
"We'll have some story to tell our grandkids one day," He spoke and gave a wink. "How Grandma and Grandpa first met. She hit him with her car."
"I think you're thinking way too much," Molly said with a laugh and shook her head. "And being way too confident. We hardly know each other..."
"But I kinda remember you..." Michael spoke and looked at her with such gentle yet intense way. "I think your face was the last thing I saw before I blacked out."
Molly shook her head at his charming attempts. He was still holding her hand and she pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Okay Romeo. I'm going to be late for work. Hopefully I won't get fired." She then smiled at Michael.
"FYI, we first met in the elevator inside the Forrester Corporation building yesterday morning. Maybe that will help jog your memory."
