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This chapter is basically a transaction chapter, just to lead into the basic plot. The story will kick in soon, I promise!

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The next two months was one of the hardest parts of my life. Sometimes even worse than when I still lived with my father.

I was let out of the hospital a week after the accident, after many tests to insure that I was okay. Amy slowly started to heal, but still hasn't woken up. Her features were back to normal, aside from the dry, pale skin. Her broken bones healed, and her sprained shoulder finally had the sling off. She still looked very fragile, to say the least.

I spent at least an hour everyday in the hospital with her, telling her how school was, how John was getting along and how much I miss her, but there was never a response. Just the slow steady beeping in sync with her heart, coming from the monitor next to the bed.

I've broken down many times since I first seen her. I usually did when I visited her, unless I had John with me.

Even at home I break down, when I think of the day we got her brain scan results back.

A nurse walked into the small hospital room that was filled with Amy's family and closest friends.

"Where are the parents?" She asked, looking around the room.

George nodded in her direction, put his arm behind Anne and they both stepped towards the young nurse.

"Come with me." She said, motioning towards the door.

"Wait!" I cried. "I'm her fiancee.. Shouldn't I get to hear the news too?"

She sighed and started to open her mouth. When she seen the look I gave her, she quickly shut her mouth and nodded.

I quickly passed John to Margaret, and George lead me and Anne out of the room with a hand on each of our shoulders.

"Follow me." Said the nurse, not looking back at us. "The doctor is waiting."

When we got to the room that was labeled 'Counsel Office', an empty-eyed man was there, ready to greet us.

"George, Anne." He said politely, shaking both of their hands.

Then he turned to me.

"You must be Ricky." He smiled warmly.

I nodded, not bothering to return the smile.

He lead us into an office, an offered us all a seat. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, nervous for what he might say. He pulled out a file, and expertly flipped through the documents until he landed on the one he was looking for. I sucked my breath in and held it.

"I'm just going to let you guys know, before we get started that Amy is going to be fine. If she wakes up, that is." He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "We think she will, but it may take time."

I exhaled, relieved yet impatient.

"Her physical health is in excellent condition now, but the problem is her mental health." He continued. "When and if she wakes up, there will be damage to the brain."

My heart stopped, and I jumped out of my chair.

"Then her physical health obviously isn't in excellent condition!" I cried. My eyes burned and my throat closed over, but no tears came.

"Please sit down, Ricky." He advised. "Let me finish."

I sat down with my face turning red, embarrassed for my sudden ourburst.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"As I was saying," He started again. "The is no physical damage. The damage is purely mental."

"What are you saying?" Anne sputtered. "How bad is the damage?"

He looked down at the papers again, reading it over and moving his lips as he read.

"She shouldn't have any sort of mental disability." He said, not looking up. "Nothing on the scan looks out of place."

Anne let out a breath of relief, then took George's hand.

"What is the damage then?" I asked impatiently.

He sighed, quickly jotted something down then looked up at me.

"After being part of such a traumatic event, then being unconscious for so long, people tend to forget things.." He began. "Her case seems to be pretty severe, but she'll most likely remember the basics of life and her name. She won't lose everything."

"Will she remember her family?" George asked, his face turning white.

"We can't know for sure what she will remember." He sighed, looking back down to his papers. "We'll find out when she wakes up."

Every night since that day, I've spent hours laying in bed wondering about what she might remember. And forget.

Would she remember me, and our son? Would she remember all our special memories, and our hard past?

When I finally kicked all the thoughts out of my head and I drifted off to sleep, I had the same dream I had the first night in the hospital. The crash, the noise, the metal. The ring.

And every night I woke up suddenly, when I reached the point in my dream when I would open my hands.

I quickly got used to my new routine. Wake up, go to school, pick up John from the nursery, visit Amy, go home, put John to sleep, go to bed. I was like a robot, completely emotionless, until it came time to sleep.

I rushed down the hospital halls to the all too familiar room 322.

I walked in, quickly waved to the nurse inside and headed over to kneel by the bed, as I always did. I took Amy's hand and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek

"Hi, Amy." I murmured, lightly sweeping her hair out of her face. " I miss you. Please wake up."

I closed my eyes, fighting tears as I always did when I visited her, and rested my head in the crease of my elbow. Then I felt slim fingers lightly grip around the hand that was holding Amy's. I flung my head up to Amy's face.

Her eyes were shut tightly, then slowly fluttered open.