The doctors were in the room within minutes, each of them thoroughly checking out Marcie.

Finally, she's come back to me.

"Welcome back, Marcie." One of the doctors said. She eyed them suspiciously. Michael looked helplessly at the doctor. This was crazy. He was a doctor! He'd been through years of medical school and yet he had no idea what to do.

"It's okay, Dr. McBain." The doctor said. "She's just a little frightened. She's been in the coma for a few days, so it's only natural that she doesn't seem to know where she is or why she's here."

"What can we do for her?" Michael asked.

The doctor sighed. "Well, you already helped by playing the CD. That must have triggered something in Marcie and brought her out of the coma. Why don't you try talking to her and see if she remembers anything about the accident?"

"Okay. I'll do anything to get her to realize how much she means to me." Michael said. He turned to her and took her hand, despite her reluctance. She stared at him blankly.

Michael smiled at her. "Hey, Sweetie. It's me, Michael. How are you?"

As soon as he spoke, Marcie began to cry. "Marcie, honey, please don't cry. I hate to see you so upset. What's wrong?" Michael asked, rubbing her hand.

Suddenly, Marcie let go of his hand and tried to get out of bed. "Hold it, Marcie!" the doctor said. "We don't want you running out of here just yet. You'll be able to leave in a few days." The doctor and Michael gently pushed Marcie back in the bed. Michael covered her with the blanket.

"Why do you suppose she's crying?" Michael asked the doctor. "I couldn't take it if she's not happy to see me. It would break my heart."

"Don't worry. It's just temporary memory loss. She had a bad blow to her head in the accident, but it won't cause any permanent damage. It will all come back to her in time. Just talk about things that are familiar to both of you. Trust me, it will be okay." The doctor said reassuringly.

Michael turned to Marcie again. He grabbed a Kleenex from the box and gently began blotting the tears from Marcie's face. "Hey, Sweetie. Why are you crying? I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen to you. What's wrong?"

Marcie opened her mouth and tried to talk. Michael looked at her in amazement, as a smile filled his face. "What's wrong? You can talk to me." He touched her nose with his finger.

"I-I'm scared." Marcie said.

Michael was filled with relief. She didn't have memory loss after all. She knew what was going on.

Gently he reached over and put his arms around her, holding her tightly. Her body was limp, but he knew of no other feeling in the world at that moment, other than having her in his arms. After a few minutes he let go. He supposed he should see if she could remember anything else.

"You're in the hospital, Marcie." He laced his fingers through hers. "You were attacked at the University. Don't you remember?"

"No..." Michael said when Marcie shook her head.

Smiling he thought for a minute. "You don't remember any of it, do you?" He said.

Marcie shook her head again.

Michael put his arms around her again and drew her close. "Well, maybe you'll remember this..." he moved in toward her and moved his mouth over hers, devouring its softness. He felt her response as she moved her arms up his body and held him tightly. This should definitely make her remember. He continued to explore her mouth with his. The smoothness of her lips sent shock waves through him. He suddenly remembered that she was injured and he could be hurting her. When he parted abruptly, it left both of them breathless.

Trying to catch his breath, he smiled at her. "Now do you remember?"

Marcie smiled, but almost immediately began to cry afterwards. She looked around the room, searching for something.

"What is it Sweetie? What do you want? Anything. I'll get it for you." Michael could barely look at her, because the tears in her eyes were making his fill as well.

"Wh-where's Al? I want to see Al!"