3 AM phone calls were never a good thing. Never. Shaggy scrambled for his phone when he heard the notes of a Disney song. That was Christina's ringtone and if she was calling him at three in the morning she probably had some sort of nightmare and needed comfort. It wasn't Christina on the other end of the line when he picked up, however, it was Draculaura.

Christina's been in an accident.

Drunk driver.

Head on.

Motorcycle.

Shaggy was up in an instant, thundering down the stairs as he pulled his jacket over his nightclothes. He was pulling out of the driveway by the time his mother came after him. Scooby came bounding past her and just barely scrambled into the bed of the truck before Shaggy floored it.

He nearly choked when he saw the accident scene.

Christina's beloved motorcycle was a mangled mess. The car that hit her was turned on its side and medical personnel rushed to get the other driver out while Christina was loaded into an ambulance.

Shaggy jumped the police tape and dodged the cops that struggled to stop him.

"Please, let me ride with her," Shaggy pleaded.

"We can't,"

"Please!"

"Meet us at the hospital,"

So that's what Shaggy did. When he arrived Christina was undergoing emergency surgery. He sat in the waiting room of the too white hospital, twiddling his thumbs and sweating buckets. Why did Velma have to inform him of the survival statistics for motorcycle crashes? Christina would be okay though. Christina would be fine. She would come out of surgery conscious and smiling telling him that he worried too much and that it was just a little scrape. Then he'd take her back to his house and cuddle with her for the rest of the night.

"You can see her now, Sha-gee," Dracula informed him as he stepped into the waiting room,

Shaggy jumped to his feet excitedly.

"Vait," Dracula ordered stopping Shaggy's mad dash down the hall, "She's in a coma,"

"Like when will she wake up?"

"They don't know if she ever vill. She suffered head trauma,"

"and if she does?"

"It's hard to say,"

Shaggy raced down the hall. Bursting into Christina's room he was deeply saddened to see his sweet girlfriend in such a state. She was hooked up to so many machines it was hard for Shaggy to tell which wire went where.

"Oh, Christina, please, please come back to me," Shaggy begged dropping to his knees at her bedside and taking her hand in his, "Like, I promise. I'm not leaving you. I'll be here when you wake,"

…...


And Shaggy stuck to that promise. He scarcely if ever left Christina's side over the next six months. Whenever someone wanted to see him they went to the hospital where he remained at Christina's bedside, reading to her, sing, talking, hoping beyond hope that she'd wake up. That she would wake up and smile at him, tell him she had been listening and was ready to go home.

"I miss you, Christina,"

Then one day, Shaggy woke to a sight he'd only dreamed of seeing.

Christina's eyes opened and she sat up.

"Christina?"

She looked at him before asking something that made his stomach drop.

"Who are you?"

"You like, don't remember me?" Shaggy asked, hoping in vain that she was messing with him. It occurred to him, however, that Christina would never make those kinds of jokes.

"Am I supposed to?" Christina countered quietly.

"I-I I'm your boyfriend,"

"I don't have a boyfriend,"

Shaggy's head dropped, "What do you remember?"

"I'm supposed to be in school right now. I'm supposed to meet Molly for coffee afterward,"

That was months ago. The day she was describing Shaggy realized was the day they met.

He had been completely erased from her memory.