The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122
I know that Silas is a prankster when it comes to me, but does he really think that now is the right time? I have just woken up and according to what I have been told, I survived an atrocious accident, so now can never be a suitable time.
“Rosic, what’s the last thing you remember?” Mum asks me. I don’t like the look on her face. It is full of concern and anxiousness, causing my stomach to turn.
“I have just finished my junior year and I’m ready to start my senior year,” my answer rolls off my mouth with ease.
“Oh God…” I hear Silas say. The look of shock on his face brings ne a kind of pain I do not understand.
“Okay, maybe this is just temporary,” Mum says, looking between Silas and Dad.
“What’s temporary?” I frown. I suddenly feel the urge to get out of this bel. I try to lift myself up, but I wince in pain. The way Silas hurries towards me to get me to stay down and the look he has in his eyes say a thousand words.
“You heard the doctor. Don’t move now,” he gently reminds me,
“Have I lost my memory?” I find myself asking him. I choke on my own wards and tears suddenly brim at the corner of my
eyes.
“I need you to calm down. Julian has gone to fetch the doctor, okay? Let’s not freak out now.” I can sense myself heaving, but something about the way Silas is holding my hand is preventing my state from getting worse.
don’t want him to let go of my hand. He is bringing me some sort of comfort, which is very weird. I know that deep down, Silas and I don’t hate each other, but I never thought of him as anything but a friend. I know that if I’m in trouble, I can depend on Silas to help me out, but I never thought that I could fall for him.
Dad walks back inside with the doctor and I take a shaky breath. I don’t know what to expect and I’m scared. The sense of loss I’m now experiencing is awful.
“Rosie, you look tense. Try to relax, please.” The doctor says as he stands beside me. “Your dad is telling me that there are things you don’t remember. You don’t remember your boyfriend, right?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I mean I know Silas, of course. I have known him for years, but I don’t remember anything about us dating.”
“Rosie, how old are you?” he asks me.
“Sixteen. I’m about to turn seventeen soon,” The way Mum closes her eyes when I say, that tells me that there is a gap in my life that I know nothing about. “Am I not sixteen?” I cautiously ask.
“Rosie, you’re eighteen and you finished your freshman year in college.” I gasp when Dad tells me that. This can’t be true. How did I manage to forget two years of my life? Is this normal? Am I going to get my memory back?
“Did I… did I get into my dream college?” I ask. I have so many questions, but this is the first one I manage to utter.
“Yes, honey,” Mum answers me and I let out a small smile. At least something good has happened throughout these two years I know nothing about. What else did it manage to do?
I know that I now have a boyfriend, but I wonder if something exciting took place during those years.
“Am I going to be able to remember those two years I remember nothing of?” I ask the doctor. I hate not being in the know, so to find out that there are two years I have no memory of is quite torturing.
“Most people regain their memory,” the doctor says and my heart drops.
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“Most people? Does themean that some people fail to regain their memory?” My voice cracks. No, I don’t want that. I want to regain my memory.
my
“Yes, but we don’t need to focus on that. You must be positive and focus on getting better,” he tells me, but I shake head. There are millions of thoughts going on in my head, yet I can’t translate them into words.
Mum and Dad walk outside with the doctor, leaving me alone with Silas. I look up at him, feeling lost. I don’t know what to
do.
“Rosie, I know this is hard and I understand that you have lots of questions. I will do anything you want to make you feel better,” he tells me. My breath starts to quicken and I look down. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. It’s not like I can talk right now. I just want to cry.
Tears start rolling down my cheeks and Silas sits on the bed beside me. Gently, he wipes my tears with his fingers and hesitantly, he slowly pulls me into his embrace. His touch is warm and full of love that I find myself holding onto him.
“I don’t like this, Silas. I don’t like not knowing what happened during the past two years,” I whimper and he rubs my back. I remember the way Silas took care of me when I found out my ex-boyfriend cheating on me.
“Nobody would like that, Rosic, but you’re going to get through this. You’re very strong and you won’t let this bring you down. You’re way stronger than that,” he says as I slowly pull away from his gentle hold. “You have all of us with you, Rosie. You won’t be alone. We will help you out. You have great friends who will do everything in their power to help you out.”
“Did I make new friends?” I quietly ask as I sniff.
“Amazing friends and they’re all worried about you,” he replies with a smile.
“Do you… do you have pictures of us?” I wonder. Maybe if I see some pictures I can recall anything. Maybe I just need to be told about the life I remember nothing about to stimulate my memory.
“Of course.” I watch as Silas scrolls through his phone. He then hands me the phone and I look at the various pictures in his ‘ gallery. Some of them are for us, some of them are just for me and others are for us with a group of people I don’t remember any of them. I stare at the pictures of us and it’s hard to deny how in love the two of us look.
“We look so happy and… in love.” I hand him back the phone. It’s not easy to say these words out loud to Silas.
“Because we are or were, I mean are.” Frustration takes over him as he rubs his face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s the right tense to use.”
“Does this accident make you love me any less?” I ask, fiddling with my fingers.
“Of course not!” he quickly says. Something about the way he answers makes me relieved.
“Did we use to spend a lot of time with each other?” I ask. I want to know more.
“Almost every day. During college, we live in the same apartment building.” My eyes go wide upon hearing that.
The same building? How did we even end up living in the same building?
“Will you… help me out with all of this?” I cautiously ask. I don’t want to put any burdens on him, but I have a feeling that Silas can be of great help.
“I will do anything you want, Rosie. Just tell me what you want and consider it done,” he replies, reaching for my hand. I like the way our hands fit together.
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