She looked at me scared, but then I remember her, replying that she is sorry but doesn't know who "Nancy" is, or me, or anyone.
We all sighed heavily.
But I was still horrified by all the things that had just happened.
I mean, how could Nancy just...forget everyone?
Why did it have to be such a terrible accident?
All these questions keep circling my brain as if it just is stuck to it. I am still in shock.
I couldn't believe it...
Nancy, she...she won't remember all the good times we shared?
I looked at Amanda, and I could tell that she was pretty upset too. After all, I am not a heartless man! If my best friend couldn't remember me, I would be pretty upset too.
"So, is there any way she can be cured, or anything like that? As a matter of fact, will she ever return to a normal condition?" I asked the doctor.
He looked down at the floor, and I could tell that he hesitated to answer my question. I was going to expect the worst.
"Her accident, this case...it's a bit rare. But it does affect the brain a lot. So, I am not completely sure about her being all fine, and just like how she was before, but please don't lose hope. I am not saying that she cannot be cured or anything, but let's just hope that she will. Alas, that is all we can do. She will need some space as well, so it would be good if you all left. I need to ask her some questions and do more checkups. But I appreciate you two taking the time and caring about your friend over here." he told us and signaled for us to leave.
I felt sad for her too. I mean, just imagine how confused she must be feeling, sitting in that bed, trying to understand what everyone is doing, saying...it might just be too much for her. If I was in her condition, not going to lie, I would feel pretty overwhelmed too.
Poor Nancy, I hope she'll be fine.
"Hey, George, dude, I appreciate you for coming on time. I couldn't just sit here listening to everything the doctor was gonna say! Honestly, I wouldn't be able to handle all that information, so it was nice of you for coming here." she replied.
"Hey, no problem! It was the least I could do anyway. But, where do you think her parents went?" I asked her.
"Oh, she told me a couple of days back, obviously, before the accident, that her parents went on some kind of...business trip? She said they won't be back until a couple of weeks later. But, I tried to call them, saying that their daughter was admitted to the hospital after an accident, but they didn't pick up the call."
"Both of them?"
"Yeah, I'd figured that they were probably in some conference or some official meeting, so I sent them a text. Hopefully, they read it."
"Yes...hey, Amanda, do you think...well, that she'll be....you know, fine?" I stammered when asking her. My anxiety problem kicked in.
"Well, nothing is in my hands now, so I don't really have a clear-cut answer to that question. But...maybe? I just hope she'll be ok. We were planning a girls' trip, with us and a few other friends. All of us were going to camp overnight, but I guess...well, none of our plans worked." I knew that she was very sad.
She looked down at her shoes and tried to fight her tears from coming.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, my plans got canceled too."
"Well, yeah. I was going to...well, how do I put this? Let's just say, confessing my love to her. I had the ring set up, and everything." my face was red.
"Aww, that is heartbreaking news, George! Oh no! But, I heard these doctors discussing, well this happened before you came, that maybe, you know...she can be cured...if she spends time with a therapist. I know that you want to become one, you have been studying and took degrees for all that, so maybe, if you can convince the doctors...she can visit and try to recollect all parts of life she missed every week?" Amanda suggested to me.
Now I knew why she was so popular...and friendly.
"Oh my god! Thank you so much, Amanda! I...I don't know how to thank you! I would love to do that! Thank you so much!" I get all jumpy and excited and rush to the doctors to settle our plan.
One year later...
Well, to be honest, working with her for the first few weeks was a pain in the neck. Sometimes, she would be pretty annoying and start acting like a little child. But soon, after she remembered about our little "thing", I felt that she was interested in continuing our relationship again.
I was thrilled.
Today, I had invited her to a fancy restaurant, looking (or trying to look) handsome. I dressed up very professionally and was ready to meet her again. Finally, we could make things go back to the way they were.
As I reached the restaurant, I was surprised by the way she dressed. On her head, there was a "Sophia the First" crown, some wand, and she was dressed in her PJ's. The Nancy I knew was never like this.
Then suddenly, she asked me an awkward question, "Umm, Mr. George, why does your hair look like you just dipped your head in a bucket of oil?"
"I put hair gel, you know? Like...how everyone does when they are meeting for a da—"
"Mmm, I'm quite surprised. I feel like you look...a bit weird."
I was angry, but I didn't show it.
"Well, why are you dressed like you just got out of bed?"
"Because I just did! I set an alarm in my Alexa, and she did her job! I woke up exactly on time. I forgot to brush my hair...though I think it looks pretty good."
"To me, it looks like your hair was caught on a tire! It's so tangled!"
"Can you just keep your opinions to yourself? You're my teacher! You should know that!"
Ugh! Why won't this girl get it? We were here for a dinner, not for a two-year-old's birthday party!
"You know what? I'm sorry, I can't be your husband. After the accident, you changed."
"Well, me too! Also, can you give me twenty dollars?"
"Why should I give you twenty bucks?"
"Not bucks...dollars! Jeez, you're some teacher all right!"
"They mean the same—whatever. Why?"
"Cause I wanna get myself a pizza, some fries, and milkshake."
"Umm, we didn't have to come here for that! You could just go to Burger King or KFC!"
"Since you brought me here, that's the least you could do! We did come here for dinner, didn't we?"
"Oh my gosh...FINE! Here are twenty bu–I mean dollars and eat whatever you want! I'm outta here!"
"Ha! Thanks! So, should I come next Monday?"
This dinner was very surprising for both of us, and I'm not gonna make the same mistake. I was done with her. Time to go and eat some salad for dinner.