"Hello Victoria" A pretty doctor said as she walked into the room, "My name is Dr. Hunter. How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good" I brushed a piece of hair out of my face, "Slight headache but nothing too bad"
"Well, your scans came back and it appears that you have a mild concussion. I also noticed something else." She sat down on the stool, "I noticed a small mass, about the size of a dime, that was attached to your brain. It appears to have broken loose during the accident."
"What is it?"
"I don't know. I have never seen anything like it. If it was a tumor or something natural it wouldn't have detached like it did. I recommend that we wait and see what happens with it."
"Okay"
"Also, I need to know if you're taking any medications."
"I take 0.5 milligrams of Lanoxin every morning."
"Okay, I am releasing you to your husband. Just take it easy for a couple of days. I'm going to want to see you again in three days to get another scan."
"Okay"
The doctor made me sit in a wheelchair to get me to the door. When I reached the door James was standing by the car waiting. The second he saw me he rushed forward and pulled me into a hug.
"I am so glad that you're okay." He gave me a kiss on the forehead, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine"
"I already checked you out. So, let's get you in the car and home."
He grabbed my purse while I got up and got in the front seat. The drive home was silent. I spent the remainder of my day on the couch watching television with James. We ordered pizza for dinner. We went to bed around ten.
I woke up in bed, but it wasn't my bed and it wasn't my bedroom. When I got up I realized something else. I was pregnant. I had to be at least eight months along. I started walking around. I wanted to figure out where I was and what was going on. I walked into the bathroom attached to the bedroom first but didn't see anything that could help me. I walked down the stairs and out the front door. Nothing was right. It wasn't my house or even my street.
"Victoria" I felt somebody shaking my shoulders and I woke up. I was standing in the front yard and James was standing in front of me. He looked really worried, "What are you doing out here?"
"I don't know. I just had the weirdest dream and it felt so real."
"Come on" He put his arm around my shoulders and started guiding me into the house, "Let's go inside. What was the dream about?"
"I woke up in a bed and I was pregnant. But it wasn't the house. It was a completely different house. I walked around trying to find out where I was. I was standing in the front yard when you woke me up."
"That does sound weird." We reached the bedroom, "Get back in bed. I'm sure it was just a weird dream."
I didn't dream for the rest of the night. The next day I woke up and took my medicine as usual. After James left for work I met up with Maria for our morning run.
"Hey, I heard about the accident. I didn't think you would be up for running. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine" I smiled, "I had the weirdest dream last night. It felt like a memory but it didn't make any sense."
"What didn't make any sense?"
"I was pregnant. James would have told me something like that, wouldn't he?"
"How much memory did you lose in the fire?"
"I lost my entire life. From what James told me, I was trying to get out of the house when a beam fell and hit me on the head. I lost everything before that moment and for a month after that the memories are spotty at best."
"That fire was what, a year ago?"
"A little over a year ago, 13 months to be exact."
"I don't know how you do it. I would have gone crazy losing all my memory like that."
"Well, James was very sweet and he let me take my time. I probably would have gone crazy without him."
We made it back to the house and Maria said, "Well, you get inside and rest. Maybe the accident will help you regain some memories."
"Hopefully"
