Hey! Sorry for the late update. I couldn't access the folder where I kept Dark Angel chapters because my computer is old and stupid and dying. So, shout outs to: LoveShipper, XawesomenessX,MusicIsLife4Real, pokemonrangerwriter2, ADayWithNoLaughterIsADayWasted and all those amazing guests. Let's get on with this chapter.
Chapter 2: Hospital Blues and Hospital Bills part 1
Ally's POV
I awoke to see white. Is this heaven? I thought.
"Glad to see you're awake," I heard, and I turned and saw a man with blonde hair. The man pinned me down, and he smiled a shark grin.
"Or maybe not!" he screamed, and had my throat in a viselike grip, crushing my windpipe.
I sat bolt upright. I was in a hospital. I felt a numb feeling on my head. I touched it. My hands came away smelling like cotton and antiseptic.
"Sweetheart?" a kindly voice said. I turned to see a woman, maybe in her late 40's standing beside me, wearing a nurse's uniform. She was holding open a door.
"There's someone here to see you," she said, and she opened the door. A girl with Latina features walked in.
"Ally? Are you okay?" she said, and sat down beside me. I looked at her and I couldn't recognize her.
"Who are you? And who's Ally?" I asked.
Austin's POV
I woke up and stared into the curious blue eyes of a doctor. I stumbled back a bit.
"I'm sorry for frightening you, Mr. Moon," he said. I nodded slowly.
"How's Ally?" I said, immediately. The doctor's eyes went from cheery to downcast. Something had to be wrong.
"What is it?" I asked. The doctor moved to the empty seat beside me.
"Well, they say it is bad luck to bring bad news in a sick room, but… Mr. Moon, Ally Dawson does not remember anything. She seems to be suffering from amnesia. We have no idea if it is permanent or temporary," he said.
"What?" I said, sounding like an idiot. The doctor looked down.
"Allison does not seem to remember any recurring memories. It seems that something has happened to her brain. It has puzzled us since there were no injuries in her head and we have been trying to find a cure," he said.
"You mean she remembers nothing at all?" I asked. He shook his head.
"She only seems to remember a man with blonde hair, who I suspect is the robber," he said. I sighed and hissed as the doctor injected me with something. I fell asleep, and the last thing I think is she doesn't remember me.
Ally's POV
I stared into the photo album that I'd been given. There were pictures of me with strangers. The Latina Girl. A boy with red hair wearing clown shoes and a polka-dot outfit. A boy with dark hair and a handsome smile.
"Do you recognize any of these people, darling?" asked the sweet nurse. I shook my head. Was I supposed to recognize these people? I kept flipping the album. There were different pictures, telling different stories. I saw another picture. It was a boy, next to me. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. I stared harder. Then, slowly a flower of recognition blossomed into my stomach.
"Austin," I said.
Austin's POV
The doctor takes out his ringing phone from his pocket.
"Hello? ….. Really... Alright, I'll tell him," he said, and he smiled.
"Guess what, Mr. Moon. Allison has remembered something. She remembers you," he said. I would have jumped with joy, but my ribs were broken.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded.
"You can visit her in a week's time. Your injuries are healing at an increasingly good rate," he said. I smiled.
I stared at the television, randomly flipping through the channels. I settled for a cooking show, where they were teaching you how to make Spanish rice and Beef Empanadas. It was lunch time and the food today was a nice salad with rice and meatballs, washed down with a mango smoothie that Trish had sneaked in for me. It had been nearly two weeks that the doctor had promised that I could see Ally, but nothing happened. During that time, I'd graduated from the bed to the wheelchair and practiced some walking. Well, at least, I was strong enough to walk to the bathroom and back again. But that was it. Many of my classmates had visited me, all showing me kindness, concern and happiness to see me alive. My doctor – whose name I learned was Dr. Fisher – came in.
"Alright, Mr. Moon. The doctors have agreed that the time is right for you to see Ms. Dawson,"
Sorry for it being so late. Tell me what you thought! Adios! And wish me luck on my Spanish and Math exams, please?