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Summary: After Bella loses her memory in an accident, Edward must recount a journey with her that he has forgotten as well. Along the way they find the reasons they fell in love

Chapter 2: Meds

June 6, 2012

"Oh my god! I'm married. I'm married and I don't know my husband. How do I forget my husband!" I sobbed and buried my face in my hands, embarrassed that I was here crying like a baby while these unnaturally handsome people surrounded me.

My husband, whose name was Edward, I guess, came over and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down. Surprisingly his touch felt natural and did soothe me, but it bothered me that he had this affect on me. I didn't even know him.

"Please, stop touching me," I gasped, trying to spur the words out and stop the crying at the same time. Edward backed away and I felt guilty.

"Am I gonna get dementia? Is this why I can't remember anything?" I sobbed. I honestly realized this was a stupid question. What was I? Blonde?

But my meds, as I was blaming all my stupidity on, seemed to make me loopy.

The doctor laughed. He laughed. He actually laughed at me. Wasn't that against the rules? Where was Bailey kicking him off my case?

"She has a fear of memory loss. Ever since—" Edward who had been explaining my bizarre reaction suddenly stopped.

"Bella, Bella, look at me," Edward said, pulling my hands away and forcing me to stare into his beautifully mixed colored eyes. He smiled at me and all I could think was damn, I did well for myself.

"Bella, why are you afraid of Alzheimer's? Why?" he asked. Why was he asking me this? Was he on meds too?

"Because…because of that episode of Grey's," I said, wiping my cheeks and feeling like an idiot. Great now the two cute men knew of my guilty pleasure with the doctor show.

"Which episode?"

"The one where the chief's wife finds out she has it and they couldn't put her on the trial, why does this matter?!"

"Bella that episode came out in 2011. 2011," he said, trying to get me to grasp what he was saying. What does that…?

Oh. Oh. I remembered. I remembered Grey's Anatomy. I laughed. I giggled. I was so happy.

"See, that's wonderful news. The best advice I can give you is to just go on living life. Look through pictures, watch TV shows, and watch old videos. The memory will come on its own. If you don't progress in 3 months, then we'll look into it, okay?" Dr. Cullen asked. I nodded. Okay.

"Alright. I'm going to go check your chart and see if we can get you discharged," he said and walked out the door, leaving me alone with my husband. Christ that felt weird.

"Did you watch that episode with me," I asked, staring at my hands.

"I did. You were crying. Most episodes make you cry," he said and I was surprised he knew that about me. I only ever watched Grey's by myself because I cried.

"Yeah. They do."

It was awkward. This silence between us.

There seemed like so much I should be asking. I should want to know, but I just I didn't know where to start.

"When did we get married?" I finally asked, breaking the silence that formed around us.

"2008."

Holy sugar honey ice tea. Was he serious? That was three years from now; well I mean it would be three years from now, had the year been 2005.

"When did we meet?" I asked.

"2006," he said with a smirk. My eyes widened.

"That's… I missed you by a year," I said. Had I remembered one more year from now I would have remembered him.

"Sort of," he answered, smiling again and damn if it didn't do things to me.

"I don't love you," I admitted because I was a blunt person and obviously didn't have any tact. Why did I say that? Hurt flashed in his eyes and he cleared his throat.

"Yet," I added and smiled. I could see myself falling for him and his easy smile and his bright eyes that looked blue from away but were really a watery green that reminded me of nature. I could see myself being comfortable enough to cry in front of him and have him hold me.

He smiled as well.

"Do you love me?" I asked, because even though he was my husband, he was acting strange and something was off.

He stared at me for a long time and his watery blue green eyes shone in something I could not indentify. What would I give to be inside his head about now?

"I do. I don't know if it's possible for me to stop," he said and something that looked like pain struggled on his features. It was like he was admitting something to me.

"You know, I'm not the Bella you actually want to tell that, too," I said after a pause. He looked startled.

"What?"

"I just—I mean I can kinda tell you want your Bella back; you want to tell her that. Maybe you wished you could have before you know…" I said with a shrug. This was gonna be hard. I could tell already. I was thinking as me in two different forms. Isabella for the Bella I didn't know and Bella just for me.

Isabella was married and could cry in front of people and lived in 2012 and I was 20 and ate cereal from candy dishes when I was too lazy to clean the dishes in the sink. The last boyfriend I had stole money out of my purse to buy weed and was constantly smoking up until he took from my rent money without telling me and I was pissed and broke up with him.

Isabella was in a marriage with the gorgeous man who came from gorgeous doctors or a doctor as I had only met one parent. She probably lived in a house with a cat and did her dishes every night and probably ate a protein bar instead of cocoa puffs.

Which was ridiculous because I would never trade my knock off brand of cocoa poofs for a special K. I liked my chocolate.

But I mean, it felt that way.

"You know, it's kind of refreshing to meet the twenty-year-old you again. I kinda missed this. This was the person I fell in love with," he said with a smile. I smiled in return. I felt like goo. Maybe the meds melted my insides.

So I gave Bella my obsession with Grey's Anatomy. The story will continue to make references to the show, if you're not familiar with it, don't worry.

Anyway what would you do if you were woken up and suddenly missed out on seven years of your life? Bella seems to handle it pretty well.

Thoughts?

-Tanya