Chapter 10
Lying down on her bed, Susan cried herself to sleep. Everything was so overwhelming. She wanted badly to know what had happened in the past: what she was like; who were her true friends; how to live her life.
Rising from her bed several hours later, she stumbled out into the kitchen in search of something to drink. Opening her fridge, she spotted a pitcher of some sort of fruit drink and decided it would do. Retrieving it from the fridge, she looked blankly through her cupboards for a cup. After a couple failed attempts, she came across a shelf full of mugs and cups. Grabbing what she needed, she filled a glass-cup with the liquid.
She seated herself on her sofa in the living room. Although she had regained much of her strength in the hospital, she was still feeling weak. After lying in a hospital bed for so long, it was an adjustment to move around.
As she sipped her drink, she shuffled through some magazines on her living room. Table. She caught sight of several medical journals. Nonchalantly, she flipped through the magazine. Coming across a magazine on heart disease and women, she read aimlessly.
"I remember this. I know what they're talking about. I understand everything they're saying!"
Tossing the first journal down, she grabbed for another excitedly. This time she flipped to a lengthy article written by a neurologist. After reading several paragraphs, she tossed it back onto the coffee table. "I remember this all. I'm a doctor. I remember that. I understand!"
Turning her attention to an album on the table, Susan flipped through the various pictures. Her eyes crossed over pictures of the same little girl from the picture in her room, another woman holding the little girl. She then viewed several pictures of doctors. Page after page, she looked at faces of people she still couldn't recognize.
"Why! Why can I remember everything I learned in medical school, but I can't remember who my friends are?" forcefully thrusting the album back onto the table, she rose to her feet to empty the remaining contents of her cup.
After placing her cup in the sink, she looked at the various numbers by her phone.
Who are these people? They've done so much for me. They obviously care, but I have no idea who they are. Why can't I remember?"
Returning to the couch, she flipped aimlessly through channels on the television. She hoped it might jar her memory. And to her surprise and excitement, a few of the programs seemed familiar. Anxiously she moved from one channel to the next, hoping something might jump out at her.
After a couple of hours channel surfing, her phone rang. Rising to her feet, she answered the call cautiously.
"Um, hello?"
"Hi Susan, its Abby, from the hospital. Elizabeth and I were just wondering if everything was going well, and if you wanted us to bring over some dinner. We thought we'd get Chinese, your favorite."
"Um, everything is going fine. Yeah, sure, dinner would be great."
"Ok, we'll be over in about an hour."
Susan waited patiently for the two women. And just like clockwork, the two women showed up one hour later with food in hand. The aroma of the take out filled the room, and Susan quickly learned why it was her favorite.
"Thank you so much for bringing me dinner." Susan politely thanked the other two women as they all sat on her couch, flipping through aimless news programs and TV movies.
"No problem. You've always been the responsible one, and bought the two of us dinner on more than one occasion. Let's just say, we owe you."
"Oh, haha, ok!"
"So Honey, you don't remember anything?" Elizabeth inquired. Her doctor self couldn't help but coming out.
"Well, I was flipping through those medical journals on my coffee table. I understand it all. I remember everything I learned in medical school, I just don't remember ever going."
"Well, hey, that's awesome, it's something. You still have your career."
"Haha, I suppose so. And when I was flipping through the channels, a few shows kind of rang a bell."
"Awesome! You're memory will come back." Abby put in.
"Can I ask you two a question?"
"Shoot!" answered Abby.
"What's up with Dr. Green? He seems to always want to help. Were we going out or…?"
The two looked at each other with smiles.
"What?"
"Know, but everyone in the ER knows that he has feelings for you, and for awhile, we thought you two might hook up. But then you moved away for awhile, to Arizona with your sister and niece."
"The one in the picture in my room."
"Yep, Susie. In fact, you'd just moved back to Chicago before the accident."
"What happened? No one's told me what caused the accident. I know that um, Dr. Carter, is it, acted kind of weird the first time I asked and changed the subject."
The two women exchanged glances.
"Do you want to tell her, or should I?" Abby asked Elizabeth, avoiding eye contact with Susan.
"Tell me!"
Abby looked back at Susan. "You had just come back to Chicago. Both Green and Carter were both excited to see you and jumped at the opportunity to try things out with you again. Both tried to ask you out, one thing led to another, and the two got in a fight, right there in the ER. You were frustrated by the, which you had total right to because they were both total jerks, so you ran out of the Er, trying to avoid both of them. The next thing we knew, you'd been hit by a car."
Susan sat stunned for several minutes. Carter and Green had fought over her; that's what led to her accident?
"Oh my gosh, I can't…"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just thought you had a right to know." Abby put in.
"No, no, thank you so much for telling me the truth. It's nice to know the truth."
"But can I say something?" Elizabeth inquired.
"Sure"
"You might be pissed at them after learning all this, but mark really does care for you. He was crushed after you moved to Arizona. I remember when I first started working at the hospital, I was shocked that he wasn't married, but everyone told me it was because he'd lost his true love."
"Gosh, I have a lot to think about. And I can't even remember it all."
"You'll figure it out." Abby said encouragingly. "I know you'll remember everything and figure it all out."
A/N:
Just as promised, here's the next chapter. It came out totally different than I had planned, but as I always say, the stories do kind of write themselves. Please R and R. The reviews keep the chapters coming.