"Hello! Can I help you?" she says.
I look a little sadly into her eyes, and say, "Yeah. We've met before. My name's Percy. Percy Jackson."
Her eyebrows scrunch together, and she replies, "Sorry Percy, your name sounds a little familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on why." Her beautiful gray eyes have an apologetic expression in them. "Do we have a history? Did we do a lot together?"
Yes, Annabeth we did. We just got married. We're only 18, but that doesn't even matter with us. We've known each other since we were 12, we've gone on countless quests together, and just gotten closer throughout the years. We love each other. Or, I guess now, I love her. And she loved me. Well, according to the nurse, there's still a chance at getting her memories back. Still a little flame of hope. And I will make sure no one ever kills that tiny little flame. That tiny little chance. Of getting Annabeth back.
"Wait a second. I think I'm remembering something," she says, interrupting my thoughts. Then she groans. 'Ugh, never mind. I had it for a second there. I think I saw a glimpse of some strawberry fields. I saw you there, too. We were laughing I think."
I can see her trying to remember more. "Sorry Percy, I'll have to work on it. I'm sure we did a lot together."
"It's okay Annabeth. I'll help you get them back."
For the next couple days I visit her room and we try to get some of her memories back. She gets a little, day by day. She remembers how we first met. That's not much, but it's a start. We've got a long way to go, but I will be patient. Even with my ADHD, I can be patient for Annabeth.