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"It's something that we have heard about, but have not actually seen before. It was as if her brain has rebooted and this is the end results." Dr. Watson said to Sig, June, Norman, Linda, Edgar, and Crosby. They were all in a conference room discussing the condition of Joelle, and what to expect from then on.

"I just don't get it. You told us that her brain was showing no activity just an hour before this all happened. How could that be?" Sig asked.

"We cannot explain it. Think of it as a computer. It isn't working very well, if at all, due to a virus of some sort. It then does nothing, and it is dead in the water. This was the point that Joelle was at when we almost declared her brain dead. You have it rebooted and restored, and it is restored to a point where it was awhile back, but it was the last point that your computer was saved at. Joelle remembers nothing from the past few years, and the only thing to do to help bring her back to where she was is to help put things into her brain to help her remember. Does that make sense at all?" Dr. Watson asked.

"I guess. What if she never remembers?" Edgar asked.

"Then you have to keep trying. She could get her memory back in a few hours, or a few days or weeks. It could even take months or years. The brain is a very complicated thing. And like I have said before, we have never seen something like this happen before in this hospital, much less this state. We are extremely happy with the outcome in this case, but we cannot tell you much about what to expect unfortunately. Just need to take things one day at a time right now."

"What about the fact that she cannot walk. She can barely lift her arms." June asked, everything still sinking in with her.

"She has no muscle mass from being bed ridden for the past few weeks. She will be undergoing strict physical therapy to help build up the muscles that she had lost. She may be in a wheelchair for a little while, but I have high hopes that she will be walking again normally in a few weeks."

Crosby sat quietly throughout the meeting. The fact that Joelle still didn't remember him was killing him inside. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, and just talk to her. He missed her, and as of right now, she wouldn't say a word to him. Every time they tell her that she is engaged to Crosby, she looks at everyone like they are crazy, which breaks his heart. He felt as if he had lost his best friend.

After the meeting ended, everyone headed back towards Joelle's room. She was awake, staring at the television, but she looked exhausted.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Sig asked, sitting down next to her bed.

"Alright." She said quietly. Her voice was coming back, but it was still very soft, which was highly unusual for her. She was normally a very loud and direct person, but it was something that everyone had loved about her.

"How was physical therapy?" June asked. It was where Joelle was during their meeting with the doctor, which had lasted a lot longer than anyone had planned.

"Tiring. I can't wait to be done with it and be back to normal." She said, a small smile on her face.

"The faster you get your energy back, the sooner we get to take you home." Sig said, smiling.

"I've been wanting to ask something, but have kept forgetting." She asked.

"What's that?" Edgar asked.

"Where's Mom? And have we heard from Daniel lately? Is he okay overseas?"

Everyone was quiet, and looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"What? Larry do something again? He won't let Mom anywhere near me again? Same bullshit, different day." She said, sighing.

"Um, Joelle, we don't know the best way to say this…" Sig said, taking her hand in his.

"What?" She asked, looking at him with confusion on her face.

"It has been a few years now, but something had happened to your Mom."

"What? She's okay, right?"

Sig shook his head slowly, not really wanting to say the words that was going to break his nieces' heart again. He remembered everything she went through before, and didn't want it to happen again.

"Let me guess, she's dead. I hope the bastard rots in jail." She said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Well, we are pretty sure he is rotting in hell." Linda said, shaking her head.

"What?"

"Larry shot your mother, then took his own life." Sig explained, shaking his head.

"And this happened a few years ago? Why can't I remember?" She asked, crying by this point. She went to raise her hand to wipe away the tears, but she physically couldn't do it. She turned her head and wiped her cheek against her pillow instead. "What did Daniel say?"

Sig looked over at Edgar, then glanced at Crosby, who looked sick to his stomach by this point.

"Daniel took it pretty bad." He said.

"Well, I hope he's almost done overseas. I miss him." She said, shaking her head.

"Joelle, we have something else we need to tell you." Sig said, forcing a small smile on his face to try to tell her that everything was going to be okay.

"What?" She asked. "Don't even tell me he died in combat over there."

"He actually took his own life after hearing what Larry did." He said softly. He didn't want to tell her, but didn't want to hold back either. She had to know, and not telling her would only delay what was to come.

"He left me?" She cried softly. "Why would he do that?"

Sig just shook his head.

"Who else is dead? Anybody else that I am close too? Shit, I lost my parents and brother. What else happened?"

"Nobody else is gone." Sig answered, squeezing Joelle's hand in comfort.

"I'm living in a nightmare. I can't even sit up in this bed without falling down, and I can't even hoist myself up when I do slide down." She said, glancing down at her slouched body.

"You will get better sooner or later. It is just going to take time." Edgar said, helping his niece sit back up.

"And I'm determined to get out of this bed as fast as I can. I can't even move my arms at this point. I feel as if I'm a prisoner in my own body."

"You have to be patient. I know that isn't a strong suit of yours, but you have to try." Edgar said with a smile.

"We're going to go and let you rest, alright? You need to sleep a little before they take you for another round of physical therapy."

She nodded, watching her family and Crosby leave. She watched as Crosby wouldn't even look her in the eye. Even though she couldn't remember a thing about him, she felt bad for him. He still came every day, in hopes that Joelle would remember, but she had no recollection of him.

Joelle closed her eyes, listening to the television in the background, and took a deep breath. Her body ached, but it was starting to be numb to her. She sighed when she felt her side itch, but when she tried to move her arm, she was unsuccessful. She was starting to get fed up with the fact that she couldn't do anything on her own anymore.

"Are you awake?" Someone said quietly looking in the room.

Joelle cracked her eyes open, wanting to know who it was before she revealed that she was, truly, awake. The sight of Kendra made her tear up, as she opened her eyes.

"I am so sorry it took me so long to get here." Kendra said, running to the side of the bed, sitting on it.

"I have missed you so much." Joelle said softly through her tears.

"How are you feeling? You look exhausted."

"I am. Physical therapy is kicking my ass, and I can only move my hands, feet, and fingers. I feel as if I will never get better."

"You will. I know you will. You woke up after everyone said you were never going to be brain dead for the rest of your life. You did the unimaginable. I know you will come around fully."

"I am determined to at least get in a wheelchair, even if that ends up being the best I will get. I overheard one of my therapists say they don't know if I will ever walk again."

"Don't let them discourage you. You will get up, back to shaking your ass with me on the dance floor, and catching that crab on the Northwestern with your family. I know it'll happen."

"I hope." Joelle said, sighing. "When I do get out of this hospital, I'm gonna' have to make a trip to LA to visit you and everyone. Get my mind off of everything for awhile."

"Definitely. Little Hank would love to have you around."

Joelle glanced at Kendra, confused.

"Who in the hell is little Hank?"

"What do you mean by that? It's my son. You're his godmother."

"Say what? You have a kid?" She asked, surprised.

"Oh, right. Sig did tell me your lost your memory. I guess I was hoping that you would have it back by now."

Joelle was quiet, looking at Kendra, dumbfounded.

"Let me show you." She said, taking a few pictures out of her purse that was sitting on the chair by the bed. "Here is Little Hank, with his dad."

Joelle looked at the pictures that Kendra brought, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Aww, Joelle, don't feel bad…"

"I don't feel bad. I am just so happy for you. You look so happy. I just always thought I'd be married before you ever would be."

Kendra laughed.

"We all did." She said, smiling at her friend.

"I want to meet them."

"They are at the hotel. They didn't want to bombard you all at once with all of us, plus the baby was a little fussy. Didn't know if you would even be up for visitors or not."

"I am always up for you to come and see me. You don't ever have to worry about me telling you to leave."

Kendra smiled, then looked down at her hands.

"What's wrong?" Joelle asked.

"Seeing you right now is a huge sigh of relief." She said.

Joelle frowned.

"I was hearing everything on the news, and then what your uncles were telling me. I really was thinking the worst. As much of a fighter that I know you are, I was really scared. I couldn't even come visit you when you were in the coma. I didn't want to remember you that way."

"I'm going to be okay though." Joelle said, smiling. She tried to move her arm to grab her friends' hand, but she failed miserably. Even though she said she was going to be okay, she didn't know how much she believed it herself.

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