Squib was seated in the management office when the police came back from their search of the building.
"Sorry," was all they had to say.
"Damn it all!" Squib stood up. "Now what?" he snapped at Officer Howard.
"Well," the officer began uncertainly. "We could head back and await further info-"
"No!" Squib said. "I will not just sit around, waiting. I want to go down to the hospital where Cody was." It wasn't a request. It was an order.
"Yes sir."
An hour later, they arrived at the hospital. Squib entered the building with Officer and marched straight up to the information booth.
"My name is Squib Furlong," Squib said to the woman at the desk. "My wife, Cody Myers, was admitted here four days ago but she left two days ago. I need to speak with the doctor who saw her."
The woman immediately sent out an announcement for a Dr. Jones and minutes later, a middle-aged woman in a bright white coat was standing in front of Squib.
"I was the one who called. I'm Dr. Jones." She stuck out her hand and Squib shook it. "Follow me please." She led them through a deserted hallway and into a circular room. It looked like a meeting room, with a long rectangular table surrounded with chairs. "Please sit."
As Squib took his seat, he couldn't help but notice that Dr. Jones face looked grave. "What exactly happened to Cody?" he asked.
"She met with an accident, but you already know that." She paused. "Something happened and it could affect your lives very much."
"What?" Squib asked, somewhat scared of the answer.
"She has amnesia. We think its temporary and estimate that all of her memory will be back by this time next year, but it's not set in stone."
Squib's jaw dropped open. "Cody won't . . . she's not going to remember me? Or Cascadia? Or her dad?"
"Nothing."
Her answer was met by silence.
"There's more. Her ovaries were severely damaged." Seeing Squib's confused face, she explained further. "She may never be able to have children again."
"But she'd still pregnant, right?" Squib asked worriedly.
"Yes, she is fine and with child. Our reports show that the baby was not harmed during the accident."
"Okay," Squib said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. "Alright then," he said louder with a nod. "Is there anything else I should be concerned about?"
The doctor hesitated for a second before going full steam ahead. "The man she was with. He told us she wanted to have an abortion and asked us to do it. Of course she was past her second month so we couldn't do it but we still questioned her intention about it. She didn't want to, especially in light of her recent condition."
"So?" Squib pressed on.
"Well . . . the man seemed very determined about her terminating the baby. I fear that he may resort to other methods to get his wish."
…-.-…
She may not have her memory, but that did not make her unobservant, Cody thought, frustrated. She wasn't stupid; she knew there was something fishy going on.
After Nate had left the night before, she had decided to take a shower, thinking that it would help stabilize her emotions somehow. When she went to grab some clothes to change into, she found none. She searched the hall closet, the bedroom closet, and even the storage closet but could find no feminine clothing. When she went to the washroom, she found only one toothbrush, presumably belonging to Nate.
She hadn't brought it up yet but it had definitely been on her mind. She was becoming suspicious, but she wasn't exactly sure what of.
"Keep your hood up," Nate commanded from her side. They were currently walking through some unknown (to her, at least) street, having left their apartment building about half an hour ago.
"Why?" she asked angrily. Who was he to tell her what to do? She had taken his sweatshirt when he had offered it to her and listened to him before, God knows why, but just as she was about to take it off, he was on her back again.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because."
"No. I want to know why!" This conversation was starting to sound vaguely familiar . . .
"Because I care about you and don't want you to get sick!" Nate finally yelled. "It's chilly and the wind is blowing and I'd rather that you not catch a cold."
But Cody only heard the first line. Somehow it seemed . . . wrong. She could have sworn he would say 'because I can't stop thinking about you!' but that couldn't have made any sense . . .
What was wrong with her? Was that line from a similar conversation from her past? Is that that why it was sounding so familiar? Was it from her memory? Was her memory returning? She certainly hoped so.
"Cody? Hello! Cody!" Nate was yelling from her side.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"What happened? You just spaced out."
"Oh, I just got lost in the, uh, surrounding." She gave him a weak smile.
He gave her a weird look but didn't question her any further.
"So," she piped up. "Where are we going?"
Nate stopped and pulled her to a halt as well. "We're here," he announced.
Cody looked up to see ahead to see a small rundown inn. "This is where you bring me to help me remember you?" she asked incredulously.
Nate smiled secretively. "Come inside first. That's where all the magic lies."
…-.-…
"I want his cell phone tapped and a summary of his bank statement and credit cards from last week. I will track him down. He's not going to get away this time!"
…-.-…
Next chapter will have another memory, and maybe, just maybe a reunion for our couple. Stay tuned and don't forget to review!