I stood in the corner not knowing what to do. My heart was breaking every single second but I needed to be strong. He would remember. He had to remember. This was probably only temporary.

Dr Ryans explained the situation to him and asked him a few questions of his own. Stefan still looked confused, glancing at me every few seconds. But it wasn't like he used to look at me but like I was a total stranger to him. I was a stranger to my own fiancé.
"Okay, just get some rest." Dr Ryans said to him and Stefan just nodded. "Could you please come with me miss Gilbert?" He asked motioning me to follow him.
"Sure." I said giving one quick glance back at Stefan as I walked out. "Is he okay?" I asked as soon as we were not within earshot of him.
The doctor gave me a small nod, "he is going to be fine. But from what you have told me and the answers he gave me, he has lost quite a few years of his memory. I will do a few tests to get some idea of how serious it is." He said with a reassuring voice.
"So he-he doesn't remember me?" I asked. My voice wavered at the last word. He nodded at me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "My own fiancé doesn't remember me... And it might not be temporary?" My voice got a bit higher. He gave me another nod. "We were supposed to get married. We were supposed to be happy." I said putting my hands in my head. I felt his arms go around me, trying to soothe me. My breathing was uneven and I could feel the tears go down my face, one after the other.
I didn't know how long I sat in the plastic chair, outside of his room. Dr Ryans had to leave to check on a patient but he left one of his interns to make sure I was okay, much to the chagrin of that intern. The intern held a tissue box out in front of me, checking on his pager every once in a while.
"Thank you." I said to him, "I'll be fine. You don't have to sit with me."
He tried to hide his smile, "are you sure?"
"Yes, thank you." I said with a small smile and the intern rushed off as fast as he could.

I took a deep breath. I had to face him some time. It might as well be now. I walked into his room. His oxygen mask was gone but he still had quite a few tubes around him.
"Hi." I said walking slowly towards him. I didn't want to scare him or confuse him more then he already was.
"Hey." He said. His green eyes sparkled as his lips formed a smile. I had missed that smile for so long. I missed him more then anything.
"Um... The doctor says you will be fine." I said to him trying to keep my voice steady.
"That's good." He said and then his smile faltered a little bit. "I'm so sorry."
"What for?" I asked.
"You seem like a great person and I wish I could remember. I wish that I could remember you... But I can't. My head just can't seem to remember anything from the past couple of years." He said scrunching up his forehead in frustration.
"Hey, hey." I said holding his hands. "You will remember. But right now, that's not your biggest priority. Yours is just to get better." I said smiling at him. "I'm just going to go get something to eat. I'll let you rest for a bit." I said to him.
"You'd think I wouldn't be tired after I slept for a month and a half." He said with a chuckle as he tried to stifle a yawn. I gave him a small laugh as I walked out of the room. I could feel the tears starting to form.

"He's what?!" I heard her scream over the phone.
"He's lost a few years of his memory." I repeated to her.
"I'm coming over right now." She said and before I could say anything, she had already hung up.
Lexi and Stefan had been friends for longer then I had known him. Actually, Lexi had been the one to introduce us. We had met at a dinner party at Lexi's house. She worked at the same magazine company that I worked at.

A year and a half ago...
I had walked into Lexi's apartment with my two best friends, Bonnie and Caroline. We knew no one there except Lexi.
"Hey, you made it!" Lexi said hugging all of us. "There's drinks on the table, help yourself and food will be out soon." She went to go greet some other guests and we went to go get some drinks. I had been having a bad week with finding out that my boyfriend was breaking up with me and that my brother, Jeremy, was moving halfway across the world. So I might have been drinking a bit too much.
I stumbled and a strong pair of arms caught me. I giggled like a school child, turning around. I stifled my giggle as I saw his face and those green eyes. His green eyes were hypnotizing. I couldn't stop looking away from him.
"I'll just take that cup." He said with a smile.
"No, no. I haven't finished yet." I said like a kid who wasn't getting their lollies taken away from them.
"I think you've had a bit too much to drink. Why don't I get you some water." He said to me as I tried to get the cup out of his hands. Our hands touched and we held it there for a bit longer then normal. His touch felt so good on my skin, sending tingles all the way through.
I quickly covered my mouth as I could feel myself about to vomit. He rushed me to the nearest toilet and held my hair up. After that, I gargled my mouth five times.
"Thanks." I said to him, sitting on the ground.
He sat down next to me and said, "no problem."
"Why?" I asked him looking straight into his eyes.
"Why what?"
"Why did you help me? You probably have better things to do then watch a vomit." I said to him.
"Lexi is my best friend and your a friend of hers. You needed help so I helped you." He simply said to me shrugging, "I also saw you before and I had wanted to talk to you but I didn't know how." He said to me and my heart was pounding a million times a second. "And I wanted to hide from my ex." He said giving a slight chuckle.
His laugh sent shivers through me. The good ones. I couldn't help but laugh with him.
"So instead you help me while I puke my guts out?" I asked him. He just shrugged at me and I smiled. "Thank you."
For the rest of the night we had talked and laughed. He brought me back home and made me my favorite food. A toasted cheese sandwich. I didn't know how he knew but it was one of the things I love about him. He knew me better then anyone else. Ever since that night we had been inseparable... Until now.

I took a deep breath as I stood outside of his room. I had to face him again sometime... I heard someone talking in his room. It was a mans voice. It definitely wasn't the doctors. It was someone familiar... I walked into the room and I could feel my hands clench into fists.
"Damon." I said through my teeth, trying to smile.
He looked just the same as when I first met him. Dark hair, blue eyes, blue shirt and jeans. I could see Stefan smiling behind him like he was happy to see Damon. He definitely had lost a lot of his memory if he was actually talking to him.
"Elena, pleasure to see you again." He said with a smile. He looked like he just won the lottery.
"Can I talk to you outside?" I asked as nice as I could. He nodded and went out the door with me.

Once we were far away from his room, I turned around facing Damon. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I came to see my brother." He said shrugging as if it was nothing but we both knew that it was more then that.
"You know that he doesn't ever want to talk to you after what you did to him, right?" I said.
"That was before he lost his memory. Now he can't be more happier to see me." He said flashing his teeth at me.
"You can't use this to your advantage. He will find out, he will remember." I said to him but e just rolled his eyes.
"This is my chance to have a family again. I won't screw it up. And I know you won't tell him what I did and he doesn't look like he's going to remember any time soon, if he even remembers." He said. "And anyway that shouldn't be your biggest problem. The love of your life doesn't even remember you." That had cut me deep. He walked off leaving me standing there. He was right. Stefan didn't even know who I was. Would he ever remember?

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