A/N: Here's the second chapter! In Suze's POV... Special thanks to Blue Brat24 and Ivoryyy for reviewing! :)

Suze's POV

Ouch. How long have I lying in my room like this? God. My head hurts. And my whole body is aching like crazy.

Hold on…

Did I just get laid?

Oh no. My mom is so going to kill me!

I willed my eyes to open but my stupid ocular organs won't do as I order. It feels like somebody have recently put some duct tape in my eyelids. Okay enough bullying me around brain! Open you stupid eyes!

My eyes wrenched open so suddenly that I was blinded by this light that was filling the room. It was so bright. I shut my eyes hastily. But something made me open them again. Wait a minute. This isn't my room.

So the I-got-laid theory was right after all.

I whimpered loudly. Where was I anyway? The room has a flat screen TV and has a yellow wallpaper with blue forget-me-nots dotted all over it. I looked to my right and I saw a sidetable with a vase of flowers and a book with the title 'Why my cat ran away.' That has got to be a nursery kid's book.

Omigod.

What if the one who I've recently erm.. 'messed up with' was a child??

Oh no. He'll suffer serious trauma. No wonder the poor kid was not here.

Or what if he's a guy who's married and has a dozen kids?

Where was I last night anyway?

All I know is that I was Jake's college graduation party and stuff. I did drink, but it was only a small amount.

And I usually know how to handle my own drink so what gives?

I looked to my right and I saw.. a dextrose that was attached to my left hand and a woman wearing a white outfit and white hat. Oh. That explains it then. I didn't get laid, I just had an accident that's all. Well, I was used to being in an accident all the time so this was nothing new. But this accident is by far the most painful. Every part of my body would shout in protest whenever I make the slightest move. Maybe I fell down the stairs again. Maybe I fell down two staircases. Or three.

The nurse was looking at me curiously before saying, "Miss Simon, I have already inform your parents that you have woke up. They will be here in about ten minutes."

I just stared at her. Why did she have to call mom and Andy? They are so going to ground me.

"Do you feel strange? Or do you want to go to the bathroom?"

I shook my head but instantly felt a dizzying sensation.

Ouch. God, that freaking hurt!

"Ow," I said rustily.

She smiled kindly at me before saying, "Please don't do anything unnecessary to hurt yourself Miss Simon."

Wow. I didn't know nurses were kind. I guess I just generalized that all nurses are mean and cranky after I went out of the Carmel Hospital just recently. That woman practically shoved me out of the door because I haven't given her any tip! Hmph. I didn't even knew back then that nurses need tips!

"Call me Suze", I smiled at her.

"Alright then. Suze. Doctor Fletcher will be here in a minute to explain to you your current condition."

Huh? What condition? I feel perfectly fine. Well, except for the aching and pounding of my head and body. It feels like being thrown out of a roller coaster that has many loops as the islands of Indonesia!

The door suddenly burst open and I saw my mother and Andy running towards me, looking worried and very troubled. This is why I don't carry an identification card at most times. So your identity will remain a mystery until you get out of the hospital. And nobody will need to phone your protective mother and stepfather. Or anybody for that matter.

"Susie? You're awake? Oh thank God! I called Jesse and he will be here soon! Oh God, Susie. You're awake!" my mom gushed as she hugged me. Not to mention that my whole body is aching and my head is throbbing so OW. And who the hell is Jesse? Honestly. My mother forgets Max's name sometimes. I know that she doesn't love the furball much but she's got to give the guy some credit. Just imagine the hardships he's facing whenvever he picks up the newspapers. Daily.

The nurse moved hastily so she can pat my mother on the shoulder. My mother let go immediately but she rested her hand on the side of my face. "Mrs. Ackerman, she's not really well yet, so if you can just hold out your love and affection for a while so she wouldn't feel more pain."

My mother nodded and stroked my hair gently.

Now that I was looking at her closed-up, I noticed some lines on her face that wasn't there yesterday. Jeez she really is worried.

"Are you okay Suze? Do you feel weird?" Andy asked me.

Why? Must I feel like that?

"Um.. not really. I'm fine now."

The door opened again and a guy with a notebook on his hand came in. I guessing he's the doctor.

"Ah. So you really are awake Miss Simon."

And what's wrong with that Mr. Ph D graduate?

"How are you feeling?"

Thank God he didn't ask me if I feel weird or strange.

"Um.. Not exactly fine because my head is pounding rather a lot and my body is aching so much. It's just like I've been thrown out of my room by a wrestler and I fell down two flights of stairs." I explained.

I hoped he get what I was blabbing about. But I guess he did since he nodded his head and said, "Well. That's to be expected. You may need therapy so you're physical well-being will return to normal. Okay Miss Simon, I'm going to ask you questions. They may seem obvious but please answer them without using any.. uh violence."

I glared at my mother and she smiled apologizingly. What exactly has she been telling Doc?

"Ask away Doc. Don't be afraid of me." I coaxed him.

He laughed and said, "You really are something Miss Simon. Okay. What is your full name?"

Pfft. That's easy.

"I'm Susannah Simon."

"Who are your legitimate parents?"

I cast an apologizing look at Andy and said, "Helen Simon Ackerman and Timothy Simon."

"Very good. And where do you live?"

"I live at Carmel, California."

He paused and wrote down some notes.

He looked me straight in the eye like some kind of hypnotizer. Seriously, all he needs is an ancient clock swinging like a pendulum. "So, how old are you now Suze?"

Jeez. He gets all dramatic and he asks me my age? Really. What kind of doctor is this?

I opened my mouth to answer this very much obvious answer we door burst open once again. My jaw dropped.

There was currently a man with dark hair and really dark eyes. He was wearing a gray shirt and leans. He was breathing hard from running and he looked like he was about to collapse. From what I don't have any idea.

I wasn't particularly giving much attention to that. But at his - SELF-CONTROL Simon!

God, this Latino is really hot.

Okay, with the hotness aside, I feel very annoyed. Um rude much?

This is my private room thank you very much. I don't want anyone even a guy who is uber hot to just interrupt my question and answer portion with Doc.

I looked pointedly at him and said, "Um, excuse me? Who are you? We're in the middle of a very important discussion and you're in the wrong room."

Don't look at me like that. He may be cute but I just had an accident for crying out loud. Sue me if I want to have an alone time with Doc.

That sounds so wrong.

The guy looked shocked and affronted. His eyes showed hurt and he wasn't doing anything to conceal them Or rather he was really that hurt and he can't conceal them.

God, this guy is so sensitive.

I looked around the room and I saw that everyone's eyes were on me. My mother looked like the guy: shocked and clearly affronted. Andy was puzzled; the nurse was worried and sad while the doctor looked like he was expecting this from the start.

"Ah. Knew that this was going to happen. Mr. De Silva please sit down," the doctor waved his hand at the chair beside the bed I was lying.

He made his way quietly to it and sat down looking at like I was a new specie of lizards or whatever animal he's interested in.

Wait. The doctor knew him. Oops. Gotta apologize.

"Um," I cleared my throat to bring his attention. Not that he wasn't looking at me but whatever. "It seems that the doctor here knows you so I'm sorry for my outburst earlier. I'm just cranky whenever I'm in the hospital. I'm Susannah Simon but you can call me Suze," I raised my hand to shake his but the guy just looked very sad and looked up at the doctor, expecting for some sort of explanation.

"What's this all about Doc? Why doesn't she remember me?" he half-shouted at him.

The doctor shuffled uncomfortably. Probably he was preparing to tell some bad news. Oh no. I have cancer now haven't I?? Oh please don't say that. Please don't say that. My mom won't be able to take it!

"Er.. Mr. De Silva, Mr. And Mrs. Ackerman.. what I'm about to say is pretty depressing so brace yourselves."

I just stared up at him. Way to scare them Doc.

"It seems that Miss Simon here has forgotten certain events in her life that occurred before a traumatic event which in her case is the car crash. I still haven't diagnosed how bad her condition is but we'll know after this question. I'll repeat Miss Simon, how old are you now?"

I'm feeling kinda freaked now. Everyone was looking at me and I'm sweating! "Uh.. I'm twenty five years old."

There was a deafening silence and everyone looked stunned. Mom started to sob loudly and Andy patted her on the back, murmuring words to soothe her.

I looked questioningly at Doc.

"What did I say?" I asked helplessly.

"I'll answer your question later Miss Simon." He wrote down some notes again while I felt sick. I've just made my mom cry and everyone looked sad. What have I said? ""It seems that you have retrograde amnesia. You have forgotten two years of events in your life that had happened then. And for the record Miss Simon, you are twenty seven now."

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. Hard. I can't believe it. I've got amnesia.

I slumped in my bed and stared at nothing at all. I was imagining all the things I've probably done in those two years and now.. they just vanished. I can't remember. Nothing was swimming into view. I screwed up my face and think. What had I missed?

Ha. Many many things.. Awfully important events.. And now I've forgotten. My mind was a blank.

"So I've lost two years of my life. Big deal," I muttered bitterly.

There was a scraping of a chair and next thing I knew the guy who was beside me a while ago has his arms in the wall on either side of my head. "Big deal? The doctor announces that you've got amnesia and you say 'Big deal'?"

He was breathing hard and glaring at me. But his eyes were a different story. It showed a lot of emotion. Betrayal, hurt, pain, bitterness and something so deep I can't even decipher what that look means.

"Don't you know Susannah how much of your life revolved around those two years? How much had happened then? And here you are acting like you don't give a damn even if you don't remember them!"

I was scared. He was shouting at me and looking really angry and frustrated.

"Now Jesse. This is all sudden for her. It's okay. She's just frightened that's all." Andy said to him while the doctor got him away from me.

Andy was right. I was frightened. I don't know if I'll be able to remember so much information. Imagine.. you need to remember two years of your life. Surely so many events had happened then. So many significant things that have probably changed my life. But now I'm back to square one.

My mother moved towards me and hugged me gently. "It's okay Suze. We're here to help you remember."

I hugged her back. Moms were made to make you feel better. And with those comforting words, I did feel better.

But when she pulled away, I felt tears started streaming my face. I felt so lost. Like I just entered an unknown dimension and there're no maps to help me come back home.

I buried my face in my hands and just cried silently, my body shaking in my attempt to stay silent.

After a few minutes of that, I felt hands, large hands pulled me and just held me. After a while, I recovered and looked up. I saw that it was Jesse who hugged me. He was so.. warm. He was still stroking my hair and one of his hands was still rubbing my back assuringly.

I pulled away and said, "I'm okay now. I just want to know Doc, will my memories ever return?"

"Eventually, if you're lucky. But in some instances.. they may not."

I bowed my head. "One more thing, when am I going to go home?"

"You need to stay here for a week so you can rest and recover but after that you may go home to continue your resting there. And you'll need to come back here twice a week for your therapy."

I nodded and just lied there in my bed with my eyes closed. I don't want to see anybody yet. Not in this kind of state. Not when I have forgotten so many things. I might've even forgotten people.

"You can rest now Suze. And you guys may go or one of you can stay here for the night if you want."

"I will," I heard Jesse's voice.

I whimpered inwardly.

"Jesse," my mother's voice said tentatively, "It would be better I guess if I stay here tonight. You can stay tomorrow night. I just want to look after my daughter."

"Of course. I will go now Susannah. Please take care and goodnight." He said softly.

I nodded but kept my eyes closed.

"I will go now too Suze. I'll bring food for you later on." Andy said.

"Thanks Andy. God knows I've missed your cooking for two years." I joked.

He laughed and said goodbye to my mother saying that he'll bring clothes too.

The doctor left and the nurse told my mother that she would be back after fifteen minutes to check up on me.

Silence.

My mother sat on the chair beside me and stroked my hair. "Everything will be okay Size," my mother said, noting the tears streaming down my face. "I'm here. You'll be okay."

I clutched mom's arm until I fell asleep.

I hope you're right mom. I don't want to forget..

A/N: Just finished the 2nd chapter. Hope you liked it! Please review? Thanks...

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