Chapter 8
SPOV
I lay in bed thinking about Avi and I's conversation…
Would I really remember him?
And if I didn't…will I ever see him again?
Dad wouldn't keep me from him…would he?
But Avi wouldn't leave right?
As I ponder these things a doctor came in to speak to me.
"Stacia, good morning"
"Good morning, to what do I owe this visit?"
"Your memory" he says taking a seat in my dad's usual spot.
"Well nice try," I started.
He looked down at his notebook, "Stacia, you still don't remember anyone?"
"No, I remember my dad…I remember when my mother died….i remember moving from city to city. But the one person I want to remember eludes me."
"Who?" he asked
"Avi…Avi Kaplan"
"Why?" he asked.
"Because he seems to be someone I cared for…care for…" I explained.
He nodded and recorded my words.
"Stacia, you will be leaving our care tomorrow and flown to a Boston institution. They will be able to facilitate your needs…" he explained.
My mind focused on the leaving portion…I'm leaving…no…this can't be…
"I'm sorry; I need to speak to your father so…good day Stacia"
I nodded his way and looked down at my hands. Tears filled my eyes as I kept thinking about leaving.
I just got comfortable around my nurses and that doctor…I just realized I was someone before this hospital bed…And Avi…oh dear.
I just got to know this boy…I realized he was someone I should care for; and I do…
Before I could complete the full thought, my father came in and sat down.
"Stacia…" he started, "I'm sorry".
I shook my head…he then sat for a few more moments and left.
Tears ran down my face and burned my cheeks.
I can't leave him…I can't…