“Mrs. George”, The nurse called out while scanning the reception.
“Yes Ma”, I said as I fumbled with my slippers and worked briskly to meet her.
“Good Afternoon Ma, you can now come in to see your husband”, she said giving a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Nurse is everything fine?” I asked concern laced in my voice.
“Ma'am just come in”, she said sharply and led the way.
I made a silent prayer to God whilst walking with her to the ward where my husband was.
“Good morning Ma”, the doctor said his voice bringing me back to reality.
“Sir please is my husband fine?” I asked.
"Yes, he is, but we have a little complication, your husband has survived the life-threatening stage but he has lost his memory, he has Amnesia Ma”. The doctor said with his face void of all emotions.
I gasped and covered my mouth in utter disbelief, the sound must have been so loud that it woke my husband up. I walked to his bed, raised his chin, and caressed his face. I looked at my poor husband in sympathy and that was when reality hit me.
“Who are you please and what am I doing here?”, my husband said looking at me.
My heart sank, it was more like they had stabbed me for the 100th time on my chest, a few drops of my tears dropped on my husband’s face and he cringed.
“Nurse please who is this? I don’t know her, why is she crying?” He asked staring blankly at me.
The more he said those words, the more my heart got shattered a thousand times and I wept.
“Sorry Ma you have to please leave, we cannot afford another trigger that could throw him back into coma,” the nurse said politely her eyes begging me to cooperate.
I couldn’t believe it, my husband could not recognize me nor did he want me around, I sluggishly left the ward with my heart torn apart, hot tears sliding down my cheeks, and with a splitting headache.
I sat down at the reception and all I could think of was all the good memories I had of Harry my husband before the ghastly motor accident that almost claimed his life. Harry was on his way to his father's funeral when a drunk truck driver hit him, causing the car to summersault and landing in a nearby bush.
My mind went back to how it all started, how we met each other in college, and how he popped the question at the beach, “Ohh the beach! I will never forget the event that had occurred back then”.
I remember the event clearly like yesterday, Harry sure outdid himself that day, he had planned everything right before we embarked on the journey, and he had involved some of my family members and a few of my friends, I got the shock of my life when I saw all of them pop out of nowhere, it was so cute and nice.
I used to believe that most surprises were staged until that day when I cried my eyes out. My sick father could make it down to Malibu!!, Harry paid for all their flight tickets and made provision for their accommodations as well.
It all started with him deciding he wanted us to go on a vacation for my birthday celebration, I squealed in excitement as it had been ages since I had been to the beach. We made all the necessary arrangements and headed to Malibu and went straight to the beach house and oh boy the sight of the beach was spectacular.
On our second day at the beach, it happened!! The day my status changed from single to engaged.
It was a cool evening, I got dressed in the beautiful beach dress that I had gotten from Louisa’s couture and my hair was packed in a messy bun, I applied a little makeup and I wore my favorite pair of earrings that Harry had gotten for me. I looked super nice that day, it was like the universe had whispered to me that something great was coming my way that day and I had to dress my best.
Hand in hand we walked together, letting the wind blow away all our troubles and fill our bodies with nothing but joy and excitement. We swung our hands in unison with our steps, I was feeling all giddy that day as it was my birthday and the atmosphere was just perfect.
While walking with Harry we got to a point where his wristwatch had mistakenly fallen down and he had to search for it amidst the sand, not having the patience to wait, I left him to take some cool pictures and that was when the magic began.
I looked up and all I could see were fireworks and in a split second I saw candles everywhere, just like the perfect scene of a romcom, the one that gives you butterflies in your stomach and just when I turned around to gush about the magical moments to Harry I saw homeboy on his knees and a ring in his hand and as if it wasn't enough, my family, his family and our friends started popping out of everywhere bearing gifts and singing my favourite song Perfect, lost in the moment I started crying like a teenage girl, I couldn't hold it anymore as I ran down to Harry, I said yes and threw myself right in his arms, I didn't take note of what our spectators where doing, in that moment Harry was all that mattered to me.
I couldn't help but shed more tears as I remembered the memories of the beach and the fact that the love of my life was lying down in the next room with no memories of me.
Just like the Doctor said, it might take a little while for him to regain his memory but chances that he would finally regain it was really high.
I slumped back in the chair and all I could do was pray that my partner would be fine again.
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