Chapter 159 Transfer
I try to think really hard. Concentrating hurts my head. But I latch on to the first thing that sticks. "You asked me to marry you..." I whisper.
I do remember that. It was one of the happiest days of my life! I had a ring and James was pissed off (bonus) and we drove to Aunt Beth's where she got pissed off (double bonus!) and we came to live at Rick's mansion!
"Baby, that was more than a month ago," he informs me. And for some reason he looks really concerned now. He cups both his hands around my face and rubs his thumbs along my cheek bones, studying me like he's about to take some sort of exam.
"It was?" I'm confused. I try to clear my mind and see if I can find any other memories that are not marked past due. But it's really hard. It's not just hard, it hurts my head! I can't even focus on it.
Rick grips my wrapped hand with trembling hands. "Jos, do you remember anything else?" He murmurs placing soft kisses on the back of my hand, like the action could save his life.
I think hard again and then place my hand on my belly. "We're having a baby," I mumble. "Aren't we?"
Rick nods his head encouragingly but still looks a little distressed. "What else do you remember, little dancer?" He asks so softly, like he was almost scared of the question.
I remember that part. I remember my sisters faces when we told them, and they were so excited... "Charlie and Liv wanted to set up the nursery..."
Rick nods his head, still looking confused.
"Anything else?" He asks like there is a big hole in my information. I'm starting to get worried.
I shake my head. "No. What else was there?"
Rick pales and presses a red call button on my bed. "It's going to be fine, baby. Nothing to worry about! We just need to ask the doctor a few things," he tries (and fails) to reassure me.
A nurse comes in and she seems surprised and happy to see me awake. She comes to check on the machines while she looks me over. "Good! Everything looks ready. Is she ready to be transported?" She asks Rick, which is good because I have no fucking clue what she's talking about!
"Transported?" I ask, giving her a blank stare. Where the hell am I being transported? New York? I'm starting to panic now and those damn alarms are going off.
"Can we see a doctor first? She's having problems with her memory," Rick panics.
I see surprise color her face, looking over at me with sympathy in her eyes before she nods. "I'll get the doctor," she assures us. "Just sit tight."
Like I'm fucking going anywhere...
Then she rushes out the door.
I squeeze Rick's hand, still trying to breathe through my panic. What exactly does he mean? "I'm having memory problems?" I rasp out.
"Baby... I... uh. Yeah, you've forgotten a few things, and if possible, I'd love for you to never remember them again," Rick admits, stumbling over his words. He normally doesn't act like this. This has to be bad.
"Why?" Why would he want me to forget something? Did he forget my birthday or something? Did we get into a fight, and he's worried I won't forgive him?
"Jos, you... There is a reason you are in the hospital again," is all he says, swallowing hard before squeezing my hand.
A few minutes later an older man in a lab coat shows up. He smiles down at me professionally.
"Josie, I'm glad to see you are awake. I heard you had some questions?" He asked politely.
"She forgot... everything," Rick mumbles looking at me with worried eyes.
"Well, sometimes our mind blocks out trauma. It may take some time for her to get her memories back, or she may never remember them. This is really a wait and see situation," the doctor told Rick.
"But... If she doesn't remember... what happens if one of us tells her about it?" Rick swallows hard.
The doctor thinks for a moment. "I don't see any harm in her knowing the very basics. It might bring her memories back. But also, it would be really hard for you to keep secrets from her," he states.
Rick nods his head.
"Are you ready, Ms. Turner?" The doctor directs his question to me.
"Ready for what?" I'm confused.
He gives me a kind smile. "We are putting you with our psychologists to help you. They want to help you get better. Everyone wants you to heal, Josie. And when you are ready, you can go home."