Savannah opened her eyes, hearing an annoying beeping sound. She didn't know what was going on or where she was, but she knew that sound was getting on her last nerve. As she let her eyes adjust, she figured out that she was in the hospital. But, why? What happened? What was going on?
Savannah's head turned to the left. She saw a tall man with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He knew her. How? She didn't know him. He didn't even look familiar in the least.
"…What?" she asked, carefully.
Savannah stared at him for a few seconds and she took note that he was in scrubs. "…Are you my doctor? What's going on? Why am I here?"
The man shook his head. "No, Babe, I… It's Dan…"
She raised an eyebrow. Did he just call her Babe? That's rude! "Um, I don't know who you are, but my name is Savannah, not Babe. Who are you?"
Dan's face fell a little. "…Dan… Your husband…"
Savannah laughed a little and shook her head. "No, no, no. I don't have a husband. I don't even have a boyfriend. My parents are controlling and over bearing drill sergeants."
"…Your dad's a stock broker and your mother is a stay at home mom and wife."
Savannah raised her eyebrow again. "…Okay, it was a joke; I know they aren't really drill sergeants. They're strict. I don't know who you think you are, trying to pretend to be my husband or whatever, but I assure you that I don't have a husband, I'm not married, I'm single, so…"
"No, you're not, Savannah. We got married two years ago."
She stared at him for a few seconds, realizing that this wasn't a joke. "…You're serious? …We're really married?"
Dan nodded. "Yeah… We're married, we have a little boy…"
"I'm… I'm a mom?"
How could she not remember being married and being a mother? How could she forget such special days, as her wedding and the birth of her child? How could she not remember anything about her life? As strange as it seems, she knows she has parents and a sister, but she can't put faces or names to them. How is that possible?
"…How old is he?"
"Just turned a year."
Savannah watched Dan get into a purse on a chair next to him, and she took a picture from him as he handed it to her. The picture was a little boy about a year old, with a small individual cake between his legs, a birthday hat on his head, and cake all over his hands, legs, and face. She smiled a little and looked at Dan. "Is this him?" she asked.
Dan nodded. "Yeah. That was a photo shoot for his first birthday."
"What's his name?"
Savannah smiled. "He's gorgeous…"
"He looks just like you."
Savannah handed the picture back to Dan, but looked at him for a few seconds. "…What happened to me?"
"You got into a car accident…"
"Was it my fault?"
"No. Someone ran a red light. Your car fliped three times, finally landed in the revine right before Beale Street."
"Was Wyatt with me?"
Dan shook his head. "No. He was with Marti."
"She's my best friend and Wyatt's godmother. He's safe, don't worry."
"Miss Monroe?" A doctor asked, walking into the room.
"Yes," Savannah said.
"How are you feeling?"
Savannah shrugged. "I don't know. Okay, I guess."
"Anything feel weird? Any pain, discomfort?"
"No. I feel fine."
"She didn't remember who I was. She doesn't remember our son, or his godmother. She doesn't even remember being married or giving birth," Dan said.
"I warned you that she might have a case of amnesia, Mr. Patch. She should regain her memory over time, but I can't tell you how long that will take," the doctor said.
"Amnesia? Wait, how the hell did I get amnesia, but I don't have a scratch on my body? Amnesia is usually cause by blunt force to the head, am I right?" Savannah asked.
"Well, that's partly correct. You do have a concussion, so you were hit in the head by something. It could have possibly happened when the car rolled. You most likely slipped out of your seat belt and your head hit the roof of the car when it was upside down."
"…So… What does this all mean? Will I ever get my memory back?"
"I believe so. I can't tell you how long it's going to take, but I can promise you that over time you will regain your memory. What you have is traumatic amnesia. There are several different types, but because your amnesia is caused by blunt force of the head, we've classified it as traumatic."
"Is there any medication you can give her to make her remember faster?" Dan asked.
"No," the doctor said, shaking his head. "Her memory will have to come back on its own. There's no medication to cure any type of amnesia. Miss Monroe, is there anything you do remember?"
"Um…" Savannah stayed silent for a few seconds. "I know my name… I know I have parents and a sister, but I don't know their names and can't think of what they look like. I think I remember being a cheerleader… And I remember the number twenty-three being important, but I don't remember why."
"Our son was born on her twenty-third birthday," Dan said.
"Is anything else correct?" the doctor asked.
Dan nodded. "Everything. Her parents are Parker and Layne Monroe, her sister is Charlotte Monroe. She has a nephew named Joseph. She was a cheerleader in college, captain of the Hellcats at Lancer University. She runs a cheerleading camp now, but… I think we're gonna have to find a replacement for her until she's better."
Savannah looked at Dan for a few seconds. "I work at a cheer camp?"
"You own the cheer camp. You're the brains of the whole thing."
"Ironic. I'm the brains, but have none. Brilliant."
"Is sarcasm a sign of amnesia?" Dan asked.
"Oh, please, I've always been sarcastic."
"Is this true?" the doctor asked.
Dan nodded. "Yeah, she's always had a sarcastic streak, but never like this. You're starting to sound more and more like Marti," he said with a small chuckle.
"Who?" Savannah asked.
"Oh… Your best friend. Right."
"Is Marti someone she should remember right off the bat? Does she interact with her everyday?" the doctor asked.
"Yes," Dan said. "Marti lives with us for the time being, so she's around all the time."
"When Savannah is released to go home, I suggest intoducing Savannah to Marti and to your son, and everyone else that she should know but doesn't recognize. Tell her who they are, what their significance to the both of you is. That might help her remember them a little bit better, maybe even remember a certain even, conversation, or time she had together with that person."
"Even if she doesn't remember them?"
"Absolutely. I'm going to draw some blood in about fifteen minutes and do a quick cat scan to make sure her brain activity is still normal, and as soon as I know her concussion is nothing serious, she's free to go."
"Will it be today?"
"It should be. If not, then tomorrow."
"Wait, I have a question," Savannah said.
"Where's the bathroom? My bladder's on the verge of exploding."