Chapter 19: He wakes up
Later that same night
His head felt heavy, so freaking heavy…the splitting headache felt like someone had been constantly
smashing his forehead with a huge rock over and over again. He scowled loudly in pain, sitting up
immediately and holding his head between both his hands. It had been an entire 24 hours after he was
gaining conscience now, probably more.
The room he woke up in had a more than a creamy texture perfectlyid on the thick walls surrounding
him, it seemed like a deluxe room, withfortable couchesid across the room and a woman was
sitting there. She seemed like a young woman, he couldn’t see her face though, she had probably
fallen asleep, her face was still buried in the magazine she may have been reading, her back was
facing him. He did not care about that right now.
He ced his hand around his face and for some strange reason it felt weird, his jawbone seemed
thicker now, he had even grown a beard, he felt the pricking hair on his face- his jaw, his cheeks,
nothing remained unscathed from the hair that had grown all over his face, his mind boggled with
unending confusion. He tried to recall what hadst happened but nothing came to his mind, he tried
again and his eyes narrowed, his forehead wrinkling in uncertainty.
Nothing came to him, nothing that could exin why he was lying in a hospital bed with half his head
bandaged.
Frustrated, he punched the bedside table in anger with his right hand that was heavily bandaged as
well. The loud thud made Yvonne jump in her sleep. She heard Scott wincing in extreme pain, he
cursed his bandaged hand, the blood was probably oozing out by now, his bandaged hand could not
hide the resurfacing of a few red spots.
“Fucking hell!” he scowled, trying to hold his hand steady in a straight way but failed. The pain grew
unbearable by now and Scott felt his head bursting.
Yvonne rushed to hold his fragile hand and she carefully rested his hand on the wide bed handle that
was specifically drawn to hold a wounded hand.
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“You are such an idiot!” she reprimanded, not looking at him and now she held his shoulders with both
her hands and pressed him against the bed now elevated to match his sitting posture.
Though Scott had a wavering focus, divided between a fractured hand and a headache that was
practically killing him on the inside, he still managed to notice how beautiful the girl in front him was. He
was seeing her for the very first time yet his heart refused to agree that she was new to him. He felt like
he was strangely used to her presence.
The headache did not stop, he now ced his hand on the left side of his head and screamed, “Fuck!!”
Yvonne, on the other hand, seeing how painful it had grown for him along with the damaged hand that
he had just injured again, instantly rushed out of the door to call Dr Lrk now, she wondered if he had
still been on shift, thest she had seen of the young doctor was during the evening and now her wrist
watch ticked 1:20 am.
It had been seven long hours since she had been at the hospital. Yvonne had not left the hospital and
Scott’s side for a single moment. It was not that she cared about him- in all these years, she had
neutralized the feelings that had once been too intense towards him. More than that, she knew Aana
would not care for him as much, it was evident, she had brieflye back with Emmett to sign the
formalities and then left Scott on his own. Maybe she relied on Yvonne too or maybe she was just done
with the whole drama.
Though Yvonne could have done the same, she did not want to, she just could not be that heartless in
return- it did not really have anything to do with her personal life but rather she stayed for the sake of
humanity, she knew in times like these, one needed someone of their own- at least she could give
Scott the reassurance of her being there for him.
Some minutester, Dr Andrew stood in Scott’s room; he was apparently the senior of the young Dr
Lrk and he was the one who had handed the case of Scott to him. Dr Andrew was a smart surgeon-
the best of Welkor in fact, it was already impressive that the man had achieved this position in histe
thirties.
The nurse who had apanied the doctor and Yvonne to the room was already undoing Scott’s
bandage by now while Dr Andrew insisted Scott to swallow a painkiller for the headache, after which he
only felt slightly dizzy but luckily the headache seemed to fade. He seemed to focus better now, almost
like his memory had started functioning again.
“Why did you punch the table Scott?” Dr Andrew asked him politely. Yvonne stood beside the doctor,
she recalled how she had called him an idiot earlier and felt guilty for that, she hoped Scott had
forgotten about it.
“Where is my mom? Is she alive?” Scott asked looking at Yvonne, his head felt lighter after the strong
painkiller that had already started affecting him. His attitude was still unchanged towards people
though- he hadpletely ignored the doctor.
Yvonne’s eyes widened at the scene, she wondered if Scott was just pretending not to know about his
own mom. Andrew continued nevertheless.
“You had been alone in the ident Scott, how do you feel now?” Andrew asked him softly.
“Alone? Is this some kind of a sick joke? Where the fuck is my mom?” he red angrily at the doctor
now. Yvonne felt a small surge of unease taking over her, he really had lost his memory.
“I am certain, you had been alone,” Andrew reassured, not a single line of offence on his face. He had
to confirm however knowing Scott was highly likely to experience amnesia. “Scott, tell me what year is
it?” Dr Andrew asked him.
Scott’s eyebrows twisted questioningly but he answered anyway, “2009 of course! Now would you
bother telling me where my mom is?” he asked again, irritated. This time, he looked at Yvonne and
asked Andrew, “And who is this woman in my room?” he asked pointing at her directly.
Yvonne could already feel the unsettling vibe in the room consume her. She did not even know how to
answer to his constant queries. She knew that the death of his mother had always been something that
Scott did not mention a lot, even to her, he rarely mentioned her. But, in reality he had never been able
to eat up the fact that he had valued the worth of his mom- step mom- Julie Anderson, after she had
left the world.
Scott’s memory had halted in hisst moments with Julie. The month had been in November and they
had been traveling from the Upper East Side where their penthouse was located to Manhattan for a
fashion show. Scott’s girlfriend then, Samantha was the showstopper model for that show and Scott
had been all excited about it, just like his mother.
Samantha was the first girl that Scott was able to look at after Marie’s death in 2008 and Julie had
been happy about it. In fact, she had wanted things to work out between Samantha and Scott, she was
the daughter of the famous fashion designer Monique after all, Julie’s friend. Scott and Samantha had
gotten to meet at their fashion sess party in London and soon Scott had moved to New York to be
with her.
His mother’s n was simple though- hitch Scott off with Samantha and get them married as soon as
he would descend upon the throne of his father; at least one of her sons would settle down the way she
had wanted to. Julie had heartily disliked Marie and she knew her obsession had driven both her
sons crazy, she cursed that girl- her death had brought her nothing but joy. But she could not see Scott
the way he had been after her death- gloomy. Iyan had clearly cut off all ties from the family after
Marie’s death and though he was Julie’s own blood, she had only felt pity and regret for losing a son
over that wretched girl.
The day that was stuck to Scott’s mind, it had only been a second’s distraction when Scott had been
driving; the lively conversation with his mom was about to be thest conversation. Julie was just about
to mention the party she was nning about Samantha where she wanted to announce their
engagement when in a sh, the Mercedes they had been driving had been upside down, it was Scott’s
fault again; he had been elerating beyond speed limit on the road and he just could not control the
vehicle. Julie had died on the spot in that ident.
Now, Scott’s big blue eyes stared into his wife’s, demanding an exnation. Yvonne was unsure of
whether she should even tell him about the death of his mother or the tragic marriage they had had or
about the divorce he had gotten from his second wife just a day earlier…
Andrew took charge instead, cing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he continued, “Scott, listen to
me very carefully, you are in the year 2020. 11 years away from 2009 now. Tell me of thest moment
you remember,” he asked.
Scott faced absolute confusion in this position, disbelief flooding his eyes.
“Year 2020…” he murmured under his breath not believing it. He genuinely had no memory of all this
time just passing away.
Taking a moment to absorb this shock, he went on, his face perplexed, “Thest I remember before
opening my eyes here is my mom. She was right next to me and I was driving, we were going to
Manhattan. And I suddenly lost control when a car overtook me on the road, I was trying to control my
speed and we had a bad crash, that is all I remember.”
Andrew went on asking him some basic questions such as his mom’s name, his birthce, his date of
birth, the year he graduated high school etc. And the surprising fact was that all his memory gave him
was till that day of ident, when he had lost his mother.
Yvonne’s stomach twisted and turned at the fact that she would have to start over again- he did not
remember anything- getting married to her, meeting her or what he had done with her. She wondered
whether she should tell him about his mother or not- it coulde as a shock to him but she could not
conceal anything from him anymore; he was not her husband anymore.
“Where is my mother now? Is she okay?” Scott had dumbed his tone down by now, it came more as a
concern than an order, he felt at aplete loss…anyone would if they had just lost 11 years from their
lives on one fated random day!
Dr Andrew nced back at Yvonne and suddenly, she grew conscious that both, even Scott, were now
looking at her.
“She’s dead, she died right then that year on that day of the ident,” Yvonne blurted out before she
could think any further.
The hurt that reflected in Scott’s eyes was almost instant and vigorous. The regret and shock of her
death was not something he was ready to take yet. For the moment the shock of her death had
overwhelmed him; his eyes grew teary. He controlled it though and asked for all of them to leave. Even
the nurse stood in silence watching Scott. Respecting his privacy, Andrew indicated Yvonne and the
nurse to get out and followed them.
Right before leaving, he reminded Scott to not force his nerve cells to remember or hurt himself again,
patients with amnesia were unpredictable at times. He left Scott alone with his thoughts and his self-
suffering filled with guilt- he had killed his mother.
Once outside his room, Dr Andrew started exining Scott’s case to Yvonne.
“Scott is suffering from retrograde amnesia, he has forgotten all events of his life, practically everything
after the incident with his mom. His memory is stuck in the year 2009 when he was probably much
younger…” Andrew said analyzing Scott’s state.
Though Yvonne was quite in a lot of shock herself after listening to all this, she tried to control her
shock, someone had to be responsible and mature right now to handle the situation.
She asked Andrew, “Doctor, will he be able to get his memory back soon enough?”
“I cannot say Yvonne, in these cases we do not like to give fake reassurance to the closed ones of the
patient- some patients regain their memory after a month, some take years and some never
remember…Looking at Scott and his mental state right now, he might take long to regain his memory,
till then someone will have to be there for him all the time, to help him adjust with everything that is new
from 2009; I mean the digital world, and his personal life as well. He might get depressed if he is not
able to cope with things as they are at present. As you saw him, tragic news is very sensitive to him
and may cause damage to his nerve cells if he is not protected.”
“Doctor I’m his first wife, I don’t know if I am suitable for the job you describe, his ex-wife Anna may be
in a better position to handle him,” she said confused.
Andrew looked at her seriously this time, his dark brown eyes fixated on her with unwavering focus,
“Yvonne I know about the messed up life of Scott Anderson, the divorce with his wife Anna had been
the hot topic on every news channel till yesterday. Personally, I know I might be asking you a lot but I
don’t think you should put him in the hands of Anna if you want him to get the care that he needs as an
amnesia patient,” he stared at Yvonne’s puzzled face.
Without further ado, he added sternly, “You can help him heal and I don’t think you should withdraw
from that having the heart of a human.”
Opening the file he had in his hand, he started scribbling something on the front page and continued,
“We will keep him under observation for 3 more days and after that, I’ll let you sign the discharge
papers, make sure you just bring him to the clinic every 2 weeks for regr scans and check-ups,” he
finished not even looking at Yvonne.
Dr Andrew was stubborn and it remained unchanged that he was not going to take no for an answer,
who could argue with him, he was a professional in the field.
But that did not help the current situation of Yvonne- her eyes widened again at this, but it had already
been decided before she could even say a word- despite her own wishes; she would be the one taking
Scott home, it was not going to be Anna this time.