Hey, people! I'm back! Shout outs to: queenc1, StarLights145, SnowQueen135, PhoenixFeathers246, Mrs. Eaton135, Mrs. Clace159, Love Shipper, MoonDust198 and all the guests. Here is part 2.
Ally's POV
The blonde haired woman who was my new nurse – her name was Katrina – sat beside me. I was by the bed.
"Darling, there's someone here to meet you," Katrina said. I looked at her.
"Is it Austin?" I asked. She smiled as if she knew something.
"Why, yes, it is," she said. Someone knocked at the door. Katrina got up and answered the door. There was a man at the door, wearing a white uniform. Beside him was a young boy. A young boy with blonde hair and brown eyes. Austin. I got up, before I groggily fell back on the bed. Austin came by my bedside.
"Ally?" he asked, in a soft and unsure voice.
"Austin," I said, softly in reply.
Austin's POV
I looked at Ally as she stared at me. Her eyes were filled with wonder and curiosity and she looked at me as if I were a strange new species.
"Austin?" she asked curiously.
"I think we'll leave you both alone," the nurse said. The two adults left the room and closed the door.
"Ally?" I asked. She looked at me.
"Why does everyone call me that?" she asked. I looked at her.
"Because that's your name; Allison Marie Dawson," I said. A warm feeling crept in me when I said her name.
"Oh," she said, sounding surprised, "Then what's your full name, Austin?" she asked.
"My full name's Austin Monica Moon," I said. She nodded.
"And can you tell me who I am, Austin?" she asked. I pondered her question carefully.
"You're Allison Marie Dawson. You're 16 years old. You have a brother named Aaron. You like reading books and studying. You can sing and you can play the piano, violin and guitar. But you have stage fright so you've never been able to perform in front of people. You work at Sonic Boom. You're parents are divorced. You live in Miami with your dad and Aaron travels with your mom around the world. Your best friend is Trish De La Rosa. You're very smart and you top every class in school. You chew your hair when you're nervous. You're not good at dancing. You're the greatest friend I have that's a girl," And I love you more than that. I didn't say the words but I wanted to. Ally looked like she was contemplating something.
"I don't… wait, did you and I ever danced together?" she asked. I remembered that time that we danced on Trish's Quinceñera Party.
"Yeah, for Trish's Quinceñera, you know, because she's part Hispanic. Dallas – that's your crush – didn't want to dance with you. Well, we found out later that he couldn't dance," I said. Her eyes lit up with recognition.
"I remember that!" she said, "We both danced horribly afterwards," A blush fanned her cheeks.
"Hey, you remembered something," I said. She smiled.
"I guess I did," she replied. I smiled at her and she threw her hands around me and hugged me.
Three Weeks Later
"Alright, Austin. The doctor's says you and Ally are free to go, but he's going to have to talk to both of your families first," Nurse Katrina said as Ally and I were put in a wheelchair, although we could walk. We were wheeled in to a room, where our parents and Dr. Fisher were waiting.
"Alright, before you leave, I need you to listen to these instructions," Dr. Fisher rattled on and on about what Ally and I had to do to heal better.
"And also, um, the Moon Family, may I ask you something?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, of course, doctor," my mom said.
"You've heard of Ms. Dawson's amnesia, haven't you?" he asked. My parents nodded.
"Oh, yes, we have," My parents said sympathetically.
"Well, you see, your son, Austin is able to…. get Ms. Dawson to remember memories. So, we thought that perhaps if Ms. Dawson is much closer to Mr. Moon, she may be able to cure her amnesia," he said. My parents looked at each other and at Ally's parents.
"So what are you suggesting, sir?" I asked quietly.
"I'm suggesting that Ms. Dawson, if possible, could stay by your house till she gets better," Dr. Fisher said and Ally's dad turns paper white like a ghost.
I know the chapter's short but the later chapters would be longer. Please tell me what you thought.