He slept most of that evening. His angel-- Samantha, was still in his dreams. He'd dream of her soft, sweet lips pressing against his, teasing him in a flirty manner.
He remembered the doctor's words, the wise voice saying that she had been there every night, sitting by his side and holding his hand. Why? Were they married? If so, why couldn't he remember anything? To him she was only his beautiful blonde angel. Was she also his wife?
It was frustrating; not being able to remember anything. He hadn't had the strength to tell the doctor, after muttering only a couple words, he fell asleep.
"Jack."
He looked up and noticed a dark-haired woman moving towards his bed.
"Oh Jack!" she exclaimed, hugging him. He wondered how she managed, considering he was plugged into more machines then he could count. "I'm so glad you're alive!"
"Who are you?" he asked.
She pulled away and looked down at him like he was stupid.
"Maria." His brow furrowed and he tried to place the name. No use.
"Maria who?"
She almost looked mad at the question. "Maria Malone. Your wife."
One thought ran through his mind; who was Samantha?
Maria reached over him and pushed the call button for a nurse. Moments later an older woman walked into the room and asked how she could help.
Maria faced her, fuming. She started to talk to the woman as if he wasn't even there.
"He doesn't remember me!"
"Ma'am please calm---"
Who was Samantha?
"Calm down?! I can't calm down! My own husband---"
Who was she? Why had she been there everyday?
"I'm sure it's normal. I'm sure he'll have his memory back in no time."
Why? His mind asked again.
He turned to look at the two women. "Where's Samantha? I want to see Samantha."
Maria shook her head. "Jack, I don't think that's a good idea."
"I want Samantha!"
The words hit him. He closed his eyes and saw an image of a building in the night. The building was replaced with blood. Samantha was in the middle of the blood, squinting her eyes at the feel of pain.
His eyes flashed open and he took a deep breath. Was that a memory? Then why was it of her and not his wife?
Who was Samantha?
To Be Continued...
He remembered the doctor's words, the wise voice saying that she had been there every night, sitting by his side and holding his hand. Why? Were they married? If so, why couldn't he remember anything? To him she was only his beautiful blonde angel. Was she also his wife?
It was frustrating; not being able to remember anything. He hadn't had the strength to tell the doctor, after muttering only a couple words, he fell asleep.
"Jack."
He looked up and noticed a dark-haired woman moving towards his bed.
"Oh Jack!" she exclaimed, hugging him. He wondered how she managed, considering he was plugged into more machines then he could count. "I'm so glad you're alive!"
"Who are you?" he asked.
She pulled away and looked down at him like he was stupid.
"Maria." His brow furrowed and he tried to place the name. No use.
"Maria who?"
She almost looked mad at the question. "Maria Malone. Your wife."
One thought ran through his mind; who was Samantha?
Maria reached over him and pushed the call button for a nurse. Moments later an older woman walked into the room and asked how she could help.
Maria faced her, fuming. She started to talk to the woman as if he wasn't even there.
"He doesn't remember me!"
"Ma'am please calm---"
Who was Samantha?
"Calm down?! I can't calm down! My own husband---"
Who was she? Why had she been there everyday?
"I'm sure it's normal. I'm sure he'll have his memory back in no time."
Why? His mind asked again.
He turned to look at the two women. "Where's Samantha? I want to see Samantha."
Maria shook her head. "Jack, I don't think that's a good idea."
"I want Samantha!"
The words hit him. He closed his eyes and saw an image of a building in the night. The building was replaced with blood. Samantha was in the middle of the blood, squinting her eyes at the feel of pain.
His eyes flashed open and he took a deep breath. Was that a memory? Then why was it of her and not his wife?
Who was Samantha?
To Be Continued...