A/N: Haha, yeah, that last chapter was pretty evil. I hope you guys like this one. OK, so because someone asked if I got a plot idea from As The World Turns (Jack lost his memory and lived with another woman for awhile) which, I didn't, I figured I'd let you guys see if you can figure out where my inspiration came from. It is from a tv show, that much I'll give ya. If you can name the show and the characters involved, I'll give the first person to get it right a plot bunny of their choosing. I won't give away the ending, but I'll answer and give info on something that I normally wouldn't. So, with that being said, happy guessing! Also note, I did get a partial idea from the said show, but I'm not taking the plot from there. I had the plot for this developed before and I couldn't figure out a way to make it work when my friend pointed out a plot from one of our shows and I've been using that as a bit of a guideline to help progress, nothing more. So, if you think you know, provide it in the review along with your question. I'll PM the winner their response. If no one gets it right by the time I post the next chapter (roughly 48-72 hours…I got nothing to do this weekend), then it's done and chance is over. Happy guessing:D
Previously:
I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, and my breath caught in my throat when he looked over at me.
"You don't look like a nurse." He told me, flashing me a smile that made my knees go weak and my mind go numb.
"T-tommy?"
Chapter 7
"T-tommy?" I asked, staring incredulously at the man before me. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe or think. I could only stare and see my husband wasn't dead, but was laying in a hospital bed not three feet away from me.
"I'm sorry, you must be mistaking me for someone else." He told me, looking apologetically at me. I wanted to argue, to tell him that no, I wasn't mistaken, but I had to learn more.
"I…sorry, you just…reminded me of someone I use to know." I stammered, shaking my head to clear it and remember the reason why I came here in the first place. I was frozen as his eyes studied me for a moment and I could feel hope rising through my body. But recognition never came.
"Have we…met before?" He asked, sounding like he vaguely knew who I was but couldn't place it.
"Uh…" Before I could answer he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, it's just…you seem familiar." He told me and smiled at me a moment.
"It's ok." I breathed out. Our eyes locked and I found myself getting lost in those blue depths again. I closed my eyes feeling tears sting them. "I uh…I wanted to thank you for saving my daughter today."
"It's fine." He told me casually, like he jumped infront of moving cars all the time to save little children.
"No, really, I appreciate it." I said, and sighed. "I just, I had to thank you and see if you were ok."
"Nothing a couple days rest will cure…except the memory loss." He said and my eyes widened. Memory loss? "But that's pre-existing, so it's all good." He told me, smiling at me. Memory loss? "How's the girl?" He asked me and I snapped myself out of my reverie.
"She's going to be fine. A couple scrapes. Thanks to you." I added and he shrugged. "Look, I" I dug in my purse and found my card. "if you need anything, please call me." I told him, walking over and handing it to him. Our fingers brushed as he took the card from me and my skin tingled pleasantly at the sensation.
"I'll be"
"I'm serious." I told him and he nodded his acknowledgement. Oh my god. This is Tommy. It has to be.
"Jude Quincy, hu?" he said, looking up from the card.
"Yeah." He smiled at me warmly.
"My name's Jason Michaels." He introduced.
"Jason, call me sometime. At least let me buy you lunch or something. It's the least I can do since you saved my daughter's life." I said, the name sounding weird and foreign to me. I had to get him to remember. I had to spend time with him.
"You don't have to."
"I want to." I stressed and he smiled kindly at me and I found myself genuinely smiling back at him.
The door opened and a tall brunette raced into the room. She wore a long white coat and purple scrubs and had a stethoscope around her neck. Obviously a doctor. She raced over to Tom-Jason and pulled him into a hug.
"Oh my god, I was so worried!" She said, sounding relieved. He hugged her back and I closed my eyes, not able to witness the sight before me. I turned around and left silently, trying hard not to cry.
It hurt to see him with someone else. It was a knife to my heart and a blow that made me want to die. My chest was tight and I felt like I couldn't breathe. My head spun and as miserable as I felt, I never felt more alive. I left the room and walked down the hall to get my daughter, a single tear falling down my face. I took a few deep breathe to try and calm my frazzled nerves and walked into the exam room where the nurse was finishing up with Briana. Briana was sucking on a sucker and talking cheerfully with the nurse. She smiled at me and gave Briana a pat on the arm.
"You've been a good girl, Briana." She said, and Briana beamed up at her. "But let's hope we don't see you again, ok?" She said and Briana nodded. I thanked the nurse as she brushed past and left the room.
"You ready to go Bri?" I asked her, helping her off the exam table and taking her small hand in mine.
"Mommy, is Daddy coming home with us?" Briana asked me and I looked down at my daughter, unsure of how to answer the question.
We walked out of the hospital as I thought on it. Tommy was alive. He thinks he's a man named Jason Michaels. He's with a doctor…probably his "girl friend" and he doesn't remember me, our daughter, or our life together. And I had to get him to remember.
"Soon baby, soon." I said, feeling determination sink in. He had my number. I knew his name and had a million contacts. I would find him if necessary. I needed my husband back. I just…had to find a way to get him to remember.