"You're in the hospital, do you know why you're here?" The nurse replied. Spencer stayed silent. He thought for a moment.
"No," Spencer answered her.
"I'm sorry for whatever has caused you all of the emotional trouble to take it that far. Don't worry though; you're in good caring hands now," The nurse said in a warm voice. "I'm Ali, and I'll be your nurse for the rest of your time here." Spencer just lied there. He didn't say much to Ali. She took some notes of his behavior, and monitored his heart beat. "It's almost noon, do you want me to go get you a lunch?" She asked him.
"Yes, ma'am," Spencer responded.
"You don't have to call me ma'am; you can just call me Ali. You can call me whatever you want." She then left the room. Spencer observed his surroundings. He looked at a calendar. It was March 14. He couldn't remember the day he tried to commit suicide. He couldn't remember anything really. He looked at a paper to the side it said, "Spencer J. Shay," he didn't know why it was there. He never heard of the name before. Before he knew it, Ali was back. "The meal today is peas, pudding, and milk!" she said in a cheery voice. "You like peas don't you, Spencer?" She asked.
"I'm Spencer?" he asked.
"Oh my, I guess this is worse than the doctors thought. Eat this, and I'll be right back…" Ali left the room. Spencer started eating his food. She came back with a doctor.
"Hello, Spencer," the doctor said.
"So, my name is Spencer?" Spencer asked.
"Yes," the doctor responded. "Can you tell me anything about yourself?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't know anything about myself…" Spencer responded.
"Well, you're name is Spencer. You're in hospital for an attempted suicide," the doctor said in a grim voice. Spencer looked at him with a blank face. "The only problem I can see is that he probably has a case of amnesia," the doctor wrote on a paper, and then pulled the nurse aside. Spencer couldn't hear what they were saying. He saw Ali had a worried look on her face. The doctor left. Ali sat next to Spencer; she put her hand on his forehead. "You'll be better soon," she looked into his eyes. Then they heard a knocking on the door, and soon the door was open. It was Carly.
"Spencer?!" Carly screamed. She ran to him with tears running down her face. "I'm so happy you're okay!" Spencer looked at her with a confused face.
"Hi, I'm his nurse, and you are?"
"I'm his sister, Carly," Carly answered.
"Oh," Ali said. She pulled Carly aside. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but your brother has amnesia. We don't know enough yet to tell how long it may last. Go talk to him though; it might jog some memory," Ali said with a smile.
"Thank you," Carly said. She walked to Spencer's bedside. Ali walked out of the room. "Spencer, do you remember me?"Carly asked in a serious tone.
"I'm sorry, but no I don't," Spencer said in disappointed voice.
"I'm Carly, I'm a good friend of yours," she said with a smile. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "We've been knowing each other for a very long time."
"How long?" Spencer asked.
"Since I was born," Carly replied. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, but I'm just really tired,"
"Well, how about I leave and I will come back tomorrow? I'll bring some cool stuff for you. I don't want you to die of boredom in here!" Carly said laughing.
"That would be great," Spencer said. They said their goodbyes. Carly hugged him, and then she left. It was 10 P.M., and Spencer couldn't sleep. He browsed through the channels. Ali walked in.
"You're still awake?" she asked.
"Yes, I can't sleep," Spencer replied.
"I can keep you company, if you want," Ali offered.
"Of course!" Spencer patted his bed, and smiled. Ali sat next to him. Spencer found a random movie, and he kept it on that channel. "So, do you like your job here?" he asked.
"I love it; I just love helping people," Ali responded.
"Tell me more about you,"
"Well, there's not much to say. I live in an apartment with my cat. My life revolves around my job pretty much," Ali said.
"You don't have a boyfriend?" Spencer asked.
"Nope, my schedule is too tight for anything like that. Maybe later in life," Ali looked away.
"That's weird," Spencer said.
"What is?"
"That someone so pretty as you doesn't have guys crawling at their feet,"
"That's really flattering," Ali said blushing. They stayed up ti'll midnight watching television together. "I needed to go home over an hour ago, so I should be leaving soon," Ali said in sad voice.
"No!" Spencer yelled.
"Spencer, I can't stay here all night!"
"I don't want you to leave me," Spencer sighed.
"I'll be here tomorrow, don't worry," She reassured him. She kissed his forehead, and walked out of the room.
Spencer couldn't stop thinking about Ali. He turned to his side, and pictured her next to him. Then he closed his eyes, and he fell asleep.
Freddie woke up, he didn't want to get out of bed. It was Monday though, and he needed to go to school. He put on a fake smile, and he walked out of the door. He ran into Carly as he walked out of the door.
"Hey Carly, how's Spencer?" Freddie asked.
"He's fine," Carly said. She thought to herself for a moment. "They won't be letting him take visitors for a while though," she felt bad for saying it, but the condition Spencer was in she didn't want him to be confused.
"Oh, well tell me when he can. I really want to see him," Freddie answered her.
"I will, Freddie," they walked to school. The day went longer then it should have. Carly felt anxious in all her classes. She got home, and went upstairs into their spare room. It had all of their baby albums and home videos. She started going through it, tears started rolling down her cheeks. She missed the old days. "I'm sorry, Spencer," she whispered to herself. She sent hours in the room; almost too long. She decided she would go tomorrow to bring the pictures. Her phone rang; it was Sam.
"Hey Carly, what's up?" Sam asked.
"I'm about to go to bed. Did you need something?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice, well do you want to hangout sometime?" Sam asked.
"I can't. I'm busy with a lot of things, sorry," Carly answered her. She then hung up the phone, and went straight to bed. Sam felt horrible. The only person she wanted to see didn't want to see her. She fell into her bed, and fell asleep.
Ali walked into the room, "Goodmorning, Spencer!" she greeted him.
"Hey, Ali. I missed you," Spencer said in a soft voice.
"That's sweet, oh, Spencer…" she looked down.
"What is it?"
"You have… morning wood.." She said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"No, it's fine!" She laughed it off. Spencer blushed and looked away. Ali took his temperature. "No fever today, so, anything on your mind?" She asked.
"You," Spencer said. Ali blushed.
"You just want special treatment, don't you?" Ali asked.
"Yes!" Spencer said.
"Shhh, be quiet, silly," Ali said. She sat next to him, and looked to the side. He still had a boner, it was even bigger now. "Spencer, have you ever seen a woman naked?" she asked.
"No," he said in a curious voice. Ali got up and locked the door, and walked back over to Spencer. She started unbuttoning her shirt, and dropped her skirt. She undid her bra, and got on top of Spencer. He put his hands on her breast, they were perky. Her nipples were getting hard. He massaged them.
"Are you ready for your special treatment?" Ali asked in a seductive tone.