Chapter Four
They all sat huddled together in the waiting room, hoping for good news, fearing the worst. Kendra was trying to convince Logan to go home and get some sleep, he hadn't left the hospital in over two days, and he obviously hadn't slept more than a few fitful minutes in an uncomfortable hospital chair. Cindy was lightly dozing across from them, her head resting on Bling's shoulder, who had brought Logan a change of clothes, and stopped by Cindy and Max's apartment to pick up a few things for her.
"I'm not leaving Kendra. Let it go." Logan said stubbornly as he stood to stretch the muscles in his back.
"You made me and Cindy leave, saying that we needed to get a few hours of real sleep. You need to do the same, otherwise you are going to be completely useless in helping me talk Cindy into going home tonight."
Logan was about to reply when he saw Max's doctor, Dr. Rupert, step out of the swinging plastic doors and walk somberly towards them, carrying a medical chart at her side. Logan's face fell when he saw the doctor's morose expression. Kendra looked over to where she saw Logan's attention focused. Bling shook Cindy's shoulder, who woke slowly, and they all turned expectantly, silently waiting for the obviously bad news.
"Miss Guevara has regained conciseness."
One by one, each person absorbed the news. Bling was the first to grin, followed by Logan, then Cindy, and finally, a weeping Kendra dropped into a chair with relief.
"Is she okay?" Logan asked. Then his face fell when he saw Dr. Rupert's expression.
Cindy rose shakily from her chair to grip Dr. Rupert's arm. "What is the matter with my Boo?" She asked, her voice rising with hysteria.
"Miss Guevara, Max, she seems to be suffering from acute amnesia, brought on from her head injury."
They were all silent, shocked to the core.
"We don't know the extent of the amnesia, and we can not determine whether it is permanent. Besides the bruises, the cracked ribs, and the sprained wrist, she is going to be perfectly fine."
Logan sank into a chair, running his hand roughly over his face.
"At this point, we believe that she will suffer any permanent physical injuries. It is very well possible that she will regain her memories at any time."
Dr. Rupert studied the group that had been keeping vigil since Max had entered the hospital two nights before. They had driven the nursing staff insane with their constant questioning, and at times had people trailing in at the middle of the night. Yet it was obvious that every single one of them were suffering from the news that the woman they all loved dearly not only didn't know who she was, but wouldn't know who they were.
"It is important that you all don't lose hope. Anything could set off Max's memories. They could come back one by one, they could trickle back slowly. We know very little about amnesia, but it is important that you guys not lose hope, so that you can help her get her memories back."
Still, they sat silent, Logan running his hand absently through his hair, Bling stared blankly at the ground, Kendra silently weeping, Cindy had her elbows popped up on her knees and her face in her hands.
Logan was the first to speak. "When can we see her?"
Dr. Rupert smiled sympathetically and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Now seems as good a time as any, one person can go sit with her for a few minutes. Who wants to go first?"
They all looked up at each other. Cindy then spoke. "Logan, you go first. She shouldn't see Kendra and I like this, it'll only upset her."
Logan nodded weakly and rose to his feet. He raked his hand through his hair again, sighing. "I'll only be a few minutes, then you can all go in."
He turned and walked with Dr. Rupert through the swinging doors, knowing that seeing Max completely defenseless would be one of the hardest things he'd ever have to do.
They all sat huddled together in the waiting room, hoping for good news, fearing the worst. Kendra was trying to convince Logan to go home and get some sleep, he hadn't left the hospital in over two days, and he obviously hadn't slept more than a few fitful minutes in an uncomfortable hospital chair. Cindy was lightly dozing across from them, her head resting on Bling's shoulder, who had brought Logan a change of clothes, and stopped by Cindy and Max's apartment to pick up a few things for her.
"I'm not leaving Kendra. Let it go." Logan said stubbornly as he stood to stretch the muscles in his back.
"You made me and Cindy leave, saying that we needed to get a few hours of real sleep. You need to do the same, otherwise you are going to be completely useless in helping me talk Cindy into going home tonight."
Logan was about to reply when he saw Max's doctor, Dr. Rupert, step out of the swinging plastic doors and walk somberly towards them, carrying a medical chart at her side. Logan's face fell when he saw the doctor's morose expression. Kendra looked over to where she saw Logan's attention focused. Bling shook Cindy's shoulder, who woke slowly, and they all turned expectantly, silently waiting for the obviously bad news.
"Miss Guevara has regained conciseness."
One by one, each person absorbed the news. Bling was the first to grin, followed by Logan, then Cindy, and finally, a weeping Kendra dropped into a chair with relief.
"Is she okay?" Logan asked. Then his face fell when he saw Dr. Rupert's expression.
Cindy rose shakily from her chair to grip Dr. Rupert's arm. "What is the matter with my Boo?" She asked, her voice rising with hysteria.
"Miss Guevara, Max, she seems to be suffering from acute amnesia, brought on from her head injury."
They were all silent, shocked to the core.
"We don't know the extent of the amnesia, and we can not determine whether it is permanent. Besides the bruises, the cracked ribs, and the sprained wrist, she is going to be perfectly fine."
Logan sank into a chair, running his hand roughly over his face.
"At this point, we believe that she will suffer any permanent physical injuries. It is very well possible that she will regain her memories at any time."
Dr. Rupert studied the group that had been keeping vigil since Max had entered the hospital two nights before. They had driven the nursing staff insane with their constant questioning, and at times had people trailing in at the middle of the night. Yet it was obvious that every single one of them were suffering from the news that the woman they all loved dearly not only didn't know who she was, but wouldn't know who they were.
"It is important that you all don't lose hope. Anything could set off Max's memories. They could come back one by one, they could trickle back slowly. We know very little about amnesia, but it is important that you guys not lose hope, so that you can help her get her memories back."
Still, they sat silent, Logan running his hand absently through his hair, Bling stared blankly at the ground, Kendra silently weeping, Cindy had her elbows popped up on her knees and her face in her hands.
Logan was the first to speak. "When can we see her?"
Dr. Rupert smiled sympathetically and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Now seems as good a time as any, one person can go sit with her for a few minutes. Who wants to go first?"
They all looked up at each other. Cindy then spoke. "Logan, you go first. She shouldn't see Kendra and I like this, it'll only upset her."
Logan nodded weakly and rose to his feet. He raked his hand through his hair again, sighing. "I'll only be a few minutes, then you can all go in."
He turned and walked with Dr. Rupert through the swinging doors, knowing that seeing Max completely defenseless would be one of the hardest things he'd ever have to do.