This gets less and less medically accurate as I go along. Just roll with me here, it's fanfiction.
Chapter 2- For the First Time… Again
"What happened to him?" the goddess-on-Earth with dazzlingly blue eyes demanded.
"It appears that Dr. McCord is suffering temporally graded retrograde amnesia," the doctor replied. Who is Dr. McCord?
"What does that mean, exactly?" she asked cautiously.
"He doesn't remember anything, but it appears that his cognitive and language skills are still intact." Oh. I'm a doctor?
"He doesn't remember anything?" The panic was evident in the woman's voice.
"It can happen after general anesthesia. I wouldn't worry, though, most regain their memories within a few days to a week," the doctor tried to reassure her. "You'll get your husband back in no time." Wait a minute. Husband?
"Okay," she said, clearly not convinced but unwilling to consider the alternative.
"In the meantime, just make sure someone's watching over him. The stitches can come out in a few weeks. Otherwise, you're good to take him home," the doctor said.
"Hold up," he piped up from the bed. "We're married?" The doctor sent the woman a sympathetic glance and exited the room. She sighed as the door closed and slowly walked to the chair next to the bed. She sat down and placed a delicate hand on his forearm.
"Do you remember anything at all?"
"No. I don't even know what my name is," he shook his head sadly. Everything felt strange. This woman who was a complete stranger, albeit she gave him a strong sense of deja vu, probably knew more about him than he did.
"Well, your name is Henry. Henry Layton McCord. I'm Elizabeth Adams McCord," she said. He could barely focus on her words, though, because the sensation of her hand running up and down his arm sent sparks of electricity throughout his body.
"And we are married," Henry said incredulously. I must be pretty handsome, then.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Like married married?" A goofy grin spread across his face. I hit the jackpot.
"Yes," Elizabeth said again, although this time a faint blush rose to her cheeks. Damn, she was adorable.
"How long?"
She gave him a wistful smile, recalling shared memories that he no longer had. "27 years, but we've been together for just over 30."
"Wow. We must really like each other." Her laughter, a joyous sound of a thousand angels singing, warmed his heart. Elizabeth kissed his forehead.
"Yeah. We do. C'mon, let's go home."
After signing finishing the discharge paperwork, Henry was wheeled out to the front of the hospital. Three black SUVs were parked on the curb, and two very intimidating men helped him into one of the cars.
As the cars pulled away, Henry started asking rapid fire questions. "Why do we have security and a driver? Are we rich or famous or something?"
"Well… I'm the Secretary of State."
"The Secretary of State." That sounds important, but I have no idea what that means.
"Yup. I work for the President," Elizabeth spoke to him in an even, patient tone, as if explaining the world to a child.
"Where are we? President of what?" How do I not know what country I live in?
"America."
"America," Henry repeated as he gawked at the historical moments that whizzed by the window. He turned back to her and admired her beauty. His eyes roamed over her body, and his gaze eventually met hers.
"You're staring." Shoot, she noticed. Was I that obvious?
"You're just so pretty." The men in the front seat exchanged a glance and chuckled, and Elizabeth glanced down shyly as her face flushed.
"Henry" she said, almost as a warning.
"No, wait, you're more than pretty: you're beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous," he said, proud of the bashful smile that she tried to hide. "Have we kissed? Like on the lips?"
"Uh… Yes."
"Can you… Can we… It's just I don't really remember…" He leaned toward her, hoping that she would get the hint. She closed the distance, and then her lips were on his. It felt new and familiar all at once. He could feel her hesitancy and restraint in the chaste kiss. She kept her hand on his shoulder so their bodies barely touched. He placed one hand on her lower back and encouraged her to deepen the kiss. When she still seemed unwilling, he placed his other hand in her hair and coaxed her closer. Her restraint seemed to snap, and she pulled his face towards her. She took his top lip between hers and slid her tongue into his mouth. He hummed in approval as her tongue ran along the roof of his mouth. In return, he brushed his tongue along hers and lightly sucked on her bottom lip. She moaned softly into his mouth. God that sound will be my undoing.
"Is it always like that?" he asked once he came back to his senses. She smiled her beautiful smile that set loose a thousand butterflies in his heart.
"Yeah."
They kept their faces close, foreheads pressing together. Elizabeth spoke softly, "One time, we promised each other that if anything like this were to happen, if we ever forgot each other, we would make the other fall in love again."
"Well, I think you got your work cut out for you. I'm completely smitten already."
So I felt like Henry's thoughts just worked better in present tense, but I didn't want to go back and change everything, so... Yeah. Bad English. Oh well.
Anyway, reviews are always welcome!
