Miranda walks into the room and you look up from where you had been fiddling with a stray thread on the blanket. She smiles at you and you shift uncomfortably in the hospital bed.

"Just a panic attack," she says to you as she stands next to your bed, taking one of your hands into her own and squeezing gently, "You'll be fine."

You take a deep breath and gently squeeze her hand in return. You're not sure how to feel; how on Earth are you supposed to feel? Everything you thought was true has come crashing down around you and you've suddenly found out that you have this whole other life that up until an hour ago you didn't know existed.

You bite your lip as you realise that that's not quite true; you did know it existed but you just assumed it was part of your imagination, or a fantasy that Miranda made up. Every night you've been haunted by dreams, fragments of memories from a life you've forgotten. A life that Miranda has remembered – can still remember!

Looking up at her you feel your eyes tearing up.

"I'm so sorry…"

It's barely a whisper but you know that she hears because she wraps her arms around you and kisses your hair.

"I'm sorry too, you deserve to know the truth. But, I can't tell you just yet," she straightens up and smiles apologetically at you, "The girls will want to know what's going on; this is probably all over the news by now. Leslie did a good job keeping the press from reporting when the accident took place, but…"

Miranda sighs, shakes her head and gives you a kiss on the cheek before regretfully leaving your hospital room.

You don't know how long you're lying there, whether it's seconds or minutes, but your silence is interrupted by Emily pushing the door open.

"Em?" you question and she offers you a small smile.

"Hello, Andy. How are you feeling?"

"Confused… exhausted, but mostly confused."

Emily chuckles softly and sits in one of the uncomfortable chairs by your bedside.

"She really loves you, you know," she begins and you look at her with a raised eyebrow. She smiles grimly and nods, "Oh, yes. More than you can imagine. After the accident, when you broke your leg, you fell into a coma. It was two weeks before you woke up and you didn't know anything. Couldn't even remember your own name."

Emily chuckles bitterly and you see her tearing up. She furiously brushes the tears away and steadies her voice before continuing, "The doctors were shocked that you'd lost your memory; they hadn't even realised that you hit your head. They later discovered a small bruise on the side of your head and Miranda, of course, was furious. They kept you sedated for a few days until it became clear that you had regained the majority of your memories from prompts, up until you getting the job at The Mirror. After that, no matter what they tried, they couldn't get the memories back," Emily clears her throat and gently takes your hand in hers, "God, Andy, it was hell. They said that you could regain your memories but it would be best to let that happen over time, that informing you of the memories that you lost might cause you unnecessary trauma…"

"Like having a panic attack in front of the most important socialites in New York, as well as half of the paparazzi?" You ask, lips twisting into a wry smile.

Emily smiles genuinely and laughs, "I doubt they were thinking of something quite so dramatic, Andrea, but we all know that you never do anything half-arsed," she sobers up and the smile fades, "Miranda has been through hell and back; we all had to act like everything was 5 years in the past. Miranda paid an ungodly sum for you to get your old apartment back; she had most of your things moved in there… You've been married to her for about 3 and a half years, you know? Six months after you got the job at The Mirror you met at a benefit you were covering and just hit it off. The press had a field day, but neither of you cared."

"Wait," you interrupt, attention peaked, "If you knew all this, why did you tell me to get a restraining order against her?"

Emily suddenly looks very apologetic and she pulls her hand back, fidgeting, "I… lost faith. It had already been 3 months and I was beginning to think that you weren't going to get your memories back, then that whole fiasco started where you thought she was stalking you, of all things…" with a great sigh Emily runs her fingers through her hair and for the first time, looks tired, "She was hurting so badly and… I may not be her assistant anymore, but that doesn't stop me being her friend. I thought that either you would get your memories back and this would all blow over, or she should just be given a fresh start."

"Jesus, Em," you mutter with a slight smile, "You sure you're not in love with her?"

Emily snorts and shakes her head, "I'm perfectly content with Serena, thanks!"

You gape at her, "You… and Serena!"

Emily's smile fades and she nods, "Yeah… you know that. I know that you do, deep down you know it… But still, it's not fair that you have to forget something like that."

The silence is tense and you shift uncomfortably before voicing a question, "How did I find out?" When Emily looks confused you clarify, "About you and Serena?"

Emily smiles at the memory and you're jealous. So many great moment of your life that you don't know about…

"We were living together – Serena and I, that is – and we had an argument. I stormed out and turned up at your apartment. It must have been at least 11 but you let me in and let me talk. I didn't tell you who I was with, just about what had been said. You were such a great friend… we ended up talking about everything that night. Politics, books, Runway…" Emily brushes her hair out of her face and laughs, "Then, at about 3 in the morning, there's someone hammering on your door. You get up and open it to see Serena, standing there look positively murderous."

You find yourself grinning and continue speaking instead of her, "Then she screams 'Bitch, that's my Emily!' thinking that I was seducing you!" You laugh, joy in your eyes and delighting in Emily's shocked expression, "I remember! God, Em, I remember!"

It's a few moments before either of you notice Miranda in the doorway with a huge smile on her face. Emily breaks the silence.

"I shouldn't have given up hope, Miranda. This girl's got strength; she'll get those memories back if it's the last thing she does."

Looking into Miranda's fond expression you feel your heart melt for her. 'Yes' you think to yourself, 'I will remember us, Miranda. Because I'm already in love with you, even if I don't remember falling in the first place.'