Remember Me
Chapter Eight: Doctor Visit
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"Answers to what, Ben?" Lisa had begun to grow impatient and most importantly, worried.
"This!" Ben shoved the photo in Lisa's face out of anger and frustration. Lisa swiftly grabbed Ben by the wrist and pulled it away from her face. She looked him in the eyes, shaking with fear.
"Don't." She said, gritting her teeth. "What answers are you looking for?" She asked as she let go of his wrist.
"1998, the year I was born. Dean Winchester, is he my father?" Ben questioned, his voice raising.
"I don't even know who that is!" Lisa exclaimed. "I met him from the car accident, remember?"
"I don't think you did!" Ben shouted.
"Do not raise your voice at me."
The tension between Ben and Lisa rose as they stood in the hallway, face to face, their bodies trembling with fear, worry, anger, and excitement. Ben was hoping for answers and so far, he was disappointed. He had nothing yet. He just wanted to know the truth. Who was Dean Winchester? Why didn't he remember him? Why was there proof of all of them having a life together, but his mom didn't remember? Ben stared at his mother and could see the disappointment and worry on etched on her face. He began to feel immediate regret for yelling and pushing.
"Mom, I just want to know." His voice lowered, as if he was ashamed.
"And baby, I don't have any answers. I don't have the answers you're looking for." Lisa's voice was gentle. "I wish I could tell you what you're looking for, but I can't."
"Maybe the accident gave you memory loss?" Ben suggested. Lisa shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe. We will look into it more tomorrow. Now, bed." Lisa ordered, pointing her finger at his bed in his room. He gave her a slight nod.
"Yes, Mom." He turned and made his way to his bed, but stopped in his tracks. "Mom?" He questioned, turning to face her. Her face lifted as she looked at him. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I wish I knew what was going on."
"So do I, baby."
All throughout the night, Lisa tossed and turned in her sleep. All she could see was that picture. Her eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling above her. She sighed heavily as she sat up in her bed. She ran her fingers through her curly hair. She was confused and a little worried. She couldn't understand what was happening. Ben had known something she was clueless about. She was determined to find out what piece was missing in her head. Where were her memories of Dean? How come she didn't remember ever meeting him before the accident? Lisa leaned over and turned her bedside lamp on and rubbed at her eyes. She planned out her day inside her mind. She was determined to go to the hospital and question if her accident had caused her memory loss. If not, she was going directly to the source.
Dean Winchester.
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The next morning, with a determined mindset and preparation, brought Ben with her to the hospital. She made her way to the front desk and rang the bell that sat neatly on the counter. The nurse turned around and gave Lisa a small smile.
"What can I help you with?" She asked with a sweet tone.
"Look, I don't have time to waste here." Lisa spoke in a rush and in a stern tone. "I was in here a few years ago for a car accident and I need to know if it caused any memory loss."
The nurse looked at Lisa with a confused expression etched on her face. "Can I get a name?" She asked hesitantly.
"Braeden. Lisa Braeden."
The nurse turned her back on Lisa and Ben and dug through the file cabinet that was neatly tucked in the corner of the office. She grabbed Lisa's file and handed it back to her. She quickly opened it and began reading through it. The file hadn't given her the answers she was looking for. She wanted the answers straight from the source. She shut the file in frustration and looked at the nurse and drew in a deep breath. She gave the nurse a small smile before speaking.
"Is the doctor who took care of me here?" She questioned. "Dr. Medina?"
"Yes, let me page him." The nurse said before paging Dr. Medina to the front desk. The nurse gave Lisa and Ben an awkward smile while they waited for the doctor in silence. Ben watched the awkward interaction between the nurse and his mother and chuckled to himself. He had noticed that his mom had scared the nurse with how rushed she was and determined she was. The nurse hadn't seen anyone like that before. It was definitely new for her.
"Lisa." Dr. Medina greeted from behind them. Lisa and Ben spun around to face the familiar doctor and she gave him a weak smile. "What can I do for you?"
"I need to know more about my accident."
"Sure thing. Let's discuss in my office." Dr. Medina led them through the hospital to his office. As he sat down at his desk, Lisa and Ben sat down on the opposite end. Dr. Medina placed his hands on the desk, his fingers clasped together, and looked at Lisa with sincere eyes.
"What seems to be the problem?" Dr. Medina asked.
"Did my car accident cause a concussion?" Lisa questioned.
"Car accident?" Dr. Medina's eyebrows furrowed as he repeated her. Lisa raised an eyebrow and cocked her head at him.
"Yes, my car accident. About seven years ago."
"Lisa, it wasn't a car accident." Dr. Medina announced. Ben and Lisa exchanged looks before looking back at Medina.
"Then, what was it?"
"The gentleman that brought you in said it was a car accident, but Mrs. Braeden, it was a stab wound."
The desk and Dr. Medina suddenly seemed so far away from Lisa. She grasped at the armrests of the chair and held her breath. It seemed as if the whole room was moving away from her, as if she was stuck in the same spot.
"Mom?" she could hear Ben's voice, but couldn't bring herself to snap out of it and look at him.
"Mrs. Braeden." Dr. Medina's voice echoed in her mind. She finally allowed herself to snap back into reality and gave her doctor a small smile.
"Sorry." She said in a small voice. "A stab wound, you said?"
"Yes." Dr. Medina replied. "We wanted to question the gentleman who brought you in, but he left before the cops got here." Lisa exhaled loudly. Instead of getting the answers she wanted, she had been told the truth. For seven years she thought she had been in a car accident only to be told it was a lie and she had really been stabbed. Had Dean stabbed her? Did he not want to live with the consequences of said actions and left before the cops arrived? Did he feel guilty for the pain he caused and that's why he stopped by? Most importantly, if she had been stabbed, why did she forget him? Why did Ben forget him?