I Will Remember You

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Derek ran out of the room and searched the hospital for the doctor. He could not believe that Casey forgot their life together. She thought his hair was supposed to be short. The last time he had short hair was when he was fifteen. A thought hit him like a wave from the Artic Ocean. She could not of forgotten. She might have amnesia. Derek started panicking. He began to think she had brain damage. He thought that maybe she was not going to ever remember what life was like after they fell in love. Thinking about all this made him more determined to find Dr. Brown.

After 5 minutes of franticly walking up and down halls with strangers giving weird glances, Derek found the doctor walking out of a room. Derek went up to him and Dr. Brown instantly noticed his frenzied expression.

"What is wrong?"

"Casey…my wife… She can't remember."

"Really? That is common with head injuries like hers."

"She knows who she is, but she can't remember…um…" Derek had a hard time phrasing this. How was he supposed to explain that she remembers him but not "him?" "She can't remember "us", like when we were married or the baby."

The doctor made a face that made him look like he was deep in thought. "I see. Let's go check this out. This could be more serious than I thought."

"How serious could it get? She'll be okay, right?" Derek asked as they walked towards Casey's room.

"I am pretty sure, Mr. Venturi, but you have remember, she is never out of danger during recovery. She had a tough time waking up and that could mean a number thing. We'll have to do some tests. We'll want to do a MRI and some x-rays. There could be some bleeding of the brain, and we would have to operate if that is the case."

"Oh, wow." They stopped right outside of her room.

Dr. Brown put his hands on Derek's shoulders. "Derek, I understand this will be tough on you, but I will make sure we do the best we can for your wife."

Derek looked into the eyes of the sincere Dr. Brown. "Thanks. She'll be okay. I can feel it."

Dr. Brown released his hold on him and opened to door to Casey's room. Derek followed him in.

"Good evening, Mrs. Venturi. How are you feeling?" He smiled at her but she just gave him a blank look.

"Listen, I don't like being messed with. It's MacDonald. Casey MacDonald."

Dr. Brown looked over at Derek for confirmation. Derek put on a frown and nodded.

"Miss MacDonald… Would you mind if I asked you some questions?"

"If you must."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"What year is it?"

"2005."

"Where do you live?"

"I live with my mom and my new step-dad. That "thing" behind you is my step-brother." She gave Derek a disgusted look that really hurt him.

"Right… Mr. Venturi, Can I talk to you outside?"

"Yeah, of course." Derek stepped outside with Dr. Brown, his heart still pierced by Casey's cold statement.

"Okay… It seems like we have a case of memory loss that was triggered by emotional or physical trauma. Ms. MacDonald…Venturi thinks she is fifteen because that is the last thing her brain brought up when she woke up. Since it was such an influential time in her life, it was easier to remember than anything else."

This caused Derek to become confused. Their new life together was not as influential enough to remember. Their first date, their first kiss, their wedding…when they bought their home… those were not important enough for Casey's brain to recall. What about the baby? She does not remember the day she found out she was pregnant. What kind of mother-to-be forgets that she has a child growing inside of her? His emotions were a mix of depression and anger.

"We have to go in there and convince her that she's a 24 year old married woman with a baby." Derek finally said quickly to the doctor.

"You can give it a try. I got to set up appointments for those tests. Page me if anything changes."

Dr. Brown walked down the hall leaving Derek standing by the door alone. Derek walked back into his wife's room with newfound willpower to make her remember "them".

"Derek, I was really in a car accident, was I?"

Derek sat in the chair next to the bed. "Yes, Casey."

"Where are mom and George? Why are you the only one here with me?" Panic crossed her face and she looked Derek square in the eyes. "Were they in the accident? Did they die?"

"No… It was only you and I… and well, the baby." He nodded in the direction of her swollen stomach.

"So I am pregnant… Is it Sam's?"

"No. You broke up with Sam 8 years ago."

"So I'm 24…"

Derek smirked at her. "Now you're getting it."

"Well, if I really am 24 and pregnant, who is the father of the baby? Do I have a boyfriend?"

"No Case… You have a husband."

"Oh, really? Where is he?" She peered over Derek to see if anyone was at the door. "I don't see him. Does he care about me? Cuz if he did, he would be at my side day and night trying to help me get my memory back." A tear ran down her cheek and Derek quickly wiped it away.

"Case," He began, "He cares for you very, very much."

"Then why isn't he here?" She half moaned, half wined out.

"He is, Case. He's right here." Derek looked into her eyes and watched as she registered what he was saying. Her eyes turned mad, then sad, then relief and then mad again.

"No… It's not true. Never. It could never be."

"You're hurting my feelings Mrs. Venturi. Am I that bad?"

"I'm sorry Derek, I just don't understand. You hate me."

"No, I love you."

"Well, I don't love you…like that. Okay? You're my annoying stepbrother, not my lover…Ewe."

"Sorry you feel that way because, whether you like it or not, we live together and I am taking you home with me when you get better." He got up and walked towards the door. "And Casey, that is my baby."