I'm sorry there hasn't been an update in the last few weeks - my parents both dealt with Covid and they're both in very bad health as it is, so it's taken up all my time. But they're doing a little better and I can focus on Hank and Kim again.

To get back into it, here's a somewhat short chapter.

Chapter 6

With a sigh, Kim stared at the ceiling.

It had been 4 days since Dr. Abrams had informed Kim about her condition. Amnesia. The word sounded so medical, so harmless. But it meant forgetting. A bad thing. Or so Kim thought. The memories of the last weeks and months had just faded away.

Kim had forgotten a part of her life. She didn't know what had happened before. In fact, she didn't even know what she had forgotten.

For 4 days now, Kim had been trying to remember. She knew that Adam and her were no longer a couple and she could remember that they were friends again. What she couldn't remember was that Hailey and Adam were a couple now. And neither could she remember how she had found out. Oh, but Kevin had assured her that in that case, her amnesia was a good thing.

Unfortunately, Kim wasn't so sure. I mean, since when was forgetting a good thing? Never, actually.

For the last few days, Kim had been asking the team a lot of questions, trying to figure out what she had forgotten. Even though Dr. Abrams had advised her to just wait, to let the memories come back on their own. But Kim didn't want to wait. All she wanted to know now was what it was that she had forgotten. If there was something important she needed to remember. Cause somehow Kim had the feeling that there was something she wasn't being told. Something the team wasn't telling her.

But maybe even her team didn't know? That's the only thing. What could it be? A new man in her life?

No. Certainly not. Surely he would have been here with her in the hospital by now otherwise.

And apart from her team, Voight and Sergeant Platt, no one had visited her yet.

Kim's gaze fell again on the bouquet of flowers that Voight, of all people, had brought her. Still, Kim didn't know how Hank Voight knew that those were exactly her favorite flowers. Well, maybe she should ask Hank Voight a few questions? Who knows, maybe he knew more? Hey, maybe he knew what she had forgotten? After all, Hank Voight always knew everything. Always.

Except Kim hadn't seen her sergeant since his one visit when he'd brought her the flowers. He was the only one who hadn't visited her since. There was no way Kim could have known that he had. That he came at night when she was asleep.

The last few nights, it had been well past midnight and Kim was already asleep, when Hank had come into her room. For a moment he had stopped at the doorframe, imagining that she would wake up now and smile at him. With that special smile of hers that was reserved just for him. But Kim had never woken up. Had never smiled at him. And so every night he had sat in the chair by her bed and just watched while she slept.

By the time she woke up in the morning, he had already been gone again and again, so Kim hadn't noticed any of these nighttime visits.

Hank couldn't stand the way she looked at him when she was awake. When she looked at him the way you look at your boss or a stranger. It tore his heart apart. To know that the woman he loved had forgotten him. Forgotten the moments they had shared.

And in the wee hours of the morning today, Connor Rhodes had caught him sneaking out of Kim's room. Hank just hadn't wanted to hear what Connor had tried to tell him. All the same, he had heard him - and that was the reason Hank was here today. Well before midnight. At a time he knew Kim would still be awake. A time when she would be aware of his visit.

When he entered the room and Kim looked at him, he thought for a moment he saw a little bit of recognition in her eyes. Something that gave Hank hope. Hope that was immediately crushed with her next words.

"Hello, Sarge."

"Burgess."

Slowly, Hank stepped toward the bed.

"How are you doing?" he inquired. But he already knew. Connor had kept him informed regarding Kim's health.

"I, me," somehow Kim didn't manage to lie to him and so she didn't even try, "I feel like there's something I need to remember. Only I don't know what. And it's totally fucking frustrating."

"Give yourself and your memories time. If it's important, then those memories will come back and if they don't, then it wasn't something important that you forgot," Hank said. He felt a pang in his heart at his own words. Oh, how he wished he could have said something else. He would have loved to tell her what it was that she had forgotten. Or rather, who. Him.

Only Dr. Abrams had advised him against it. The memories had to come back on their own. Of course, Hank could have shown her the photos on his phone and hoped they would trigger a memory. Ah, well, he did not.

"Maybe when I get back home to my apartment, I'll be able to remember. When I'm sleeping in my bed again. When I see things that are familiar," Kim then said.

She had already asked Dr. Abrams when she could finally be released. Even though it had only been a few days that she had been here in the hospital, Kim wanted to leave. She hated hospitals.

Somehow she associated something bad with them, a pain, only that was also something she had forgotten. The reason she hated hospitals. She only knew it was a pain she couldn't explain, but it almost tore her heart apart.

Oh how she longed to remember.