sense of duty (ryan) Jul 7, 2012 18:40:31 GMT -5
Post by FREE ♥ on Jul 7, 2012 18:40:31 GMT -5
Kate was itching to get out. They had kept her in the hospital for two weeks. Two weeks. Know what they found? A big lump on her head. She could have told them that. Other than that, absolutely nothing was wrong with her. Amnesia, they called it. "Try to slip back into your life. Ryan will help you." She twisted the beautiful ring on her finger. She hadn't yet figured out what to do with it. Obviously, she had loved Ryan. She had been so excited she somehow whacked her head hard enough to produce amnesia. That wouldn't go away. Kate gave a frustrated sigh, rising to pace her small room. Ryan had done his best to make it homey, but his efforts at making it feel like home were rather pointless. She didn't know what home looked like.
She ran slender fingers through her blonde hair, wishing he would hurry up. She had to agree with the hospital to let him check up on her constantly, and he had quickly agreed. He still loved her, she could tell. But honestly, besides the feeling of friendship that she was starting to have for him and the sense of duty she felt wearing his ring, he could have been someone just off the street. Kate wanted to roam the halls, as she had been known to do, but Ryan would be here soon and she didn't want to be in some random hallway where no one would know where to find her. One of the things she now knew was the layout of the hospital. The irony in it was she probably wouldn't be back here unless she was having a baby, most likely Ryan's if she remembered who he was and why she loved him.
She sank into the lone chair in the room, slouching in the chair with legs and arms sprawled everywhere. She knew it wasn't ladylike, but at this point she didn't care. She wanted to go home, where ever that was. She wanted to have peace and quiet, and not exactly with Ryan puttering around. Even if he wanted to accede to her wishes, he probably wouldn't leave. He'd want to make sure she was safe and wasn't going to break down and cry again. Kate, however much she had forgotten, had not forgotten her mental breakdown. It was a moment of weakness, and she didn't know Ryan well enough in her second life not to cringe at showing it to him. And yes, she had taken to calling life as of two weeks ago her second life. As she saw it, they had no idea if her memory would come back. The doctors were pretty sure it would, but if it was a matter of weeks or years they couldn't tell her. The uncertainty was eating her alive.