Narrator POV
Before Nora could even argue back or comprehend what has been said they got interrupted by a door knock following with a doctor and nurse coming in.
„Misses Olsen. We are relieved that you are awake by now. Welcome back. How are you feeling?"
The doctor asked as he started to check her vitals.
„Fine. Just a slight headache." Lizzie replied as she kept her gaze at Nora but Nora didn't.
„Can you describe that headache a bit more specific please?"
„Like a fuzzy feeling. A bit foggy. And tight around the head."
„Okay. We will keep an eye on that you've got away with a light concussion with that accident. To our surprise there was nothing else damaged except for some scratches from the glass that shattered alongside."
„When am I allowed to leave?" she asked immediately not asking any questions about her concussion.
„I think since you woke up so early we can let you leave after 24 hours. But if you the feeling gets worse we would like to keep you here longer."
‚Misses' is still something that stings in Nora's heart knowing that she is still officially married to that bastard. Every time she hears it she gets mad for some reason but she swallows that anger and steps over it as she usually does.
Lizzie noticed that Nora felt at unease but she doesn't know if it's from the fact that she just told her „fuck you" not even minutes ago. Or if it's from the doctors saying Misses to her.
„Please. Elizabeth is fine for me. I don't like formalities."
„Well it's our job to stay professional Misses so we'd like to stay that way. Out of respect."
Looks like he takes his job extremely serious.
Not that he shouldn't. It's just that this little favor could be done.
„Can I help you with anything?" the doctor asked as he scanned Nora who was standing slightly off because she didn't had her crutches with her and he probably also noticed the bruised hand.
„No thank you. I am fine doc." she declined his offer and Nora felt some stern eyes rest on her.
It was Lizzie. Obviously.
„If I could just get a bandaid. That would be great thank you." Nora replied, giving in because she wanted Lizzie to stop staring at her like this.
„Theresa would you be so kind and take misses?"
The doctor stopped mid sentence not knowing what Nora's surname is.
„It is miss. Miss Lewis." Nora corrected him.
„Right. My apologies. Take miss Lewis to the free room next door and fix her up please." he told his nurse and she smiled gently taking Nora's crutches knowing that they are hers and she gave them to her so that they could walk out together.
„I will prepare a prescription for you for as soon as you can leave. Take the medication after the feeling of need. If you feel dizzy or lightheaded take one with a small snack and some water so that it gets digested faster and better. You are not allowed to do sports in a couple weeks. No driving for at least two weeks. And bed rest is important."
He explained after Nora and the nurse left the room.
„Are there any other questions so far?"
He asked and Lizzie shook her head.
„What about work?" She asked him.
„Depending on what your profession is."
„I am a professor. I have classes to teach."
She answered and he let out a small sigh writing something else down on the clipboard.
„I would advice for you to take this bed rest serious. Even if it's a light concussion it can cause damage when you don't rest properly.
So work is off the list too for a while. I bet you and your students are relieved to get some time off."
„well I've been missing at work for a while not because of my health issues but because I had to take care of private issues. So I don't really like missing out on work now since my boss is on my ass."
„Well. I told you strict bed rest. I can't control that when you are free to go and I can only hope that you take your health serious.
I know that work is important. But your own personal health should be your priority."
„Fine. I'll tell my boss exactly what you said."
„Great if he has any issues he should call in here.
I would be glad to put him in place and tell him to be more understanding with his college's."
Nora POV
„This might sting a bit." was what I heard Muffed because I was lost in my thoughts. Cleaning up the blood was burning a bit but I had worse things to get over. But still it sucked.
„She will be fine." she added as she noticed that I looked to the door. She was referring to Lizzie I guess.
„I know she will. She's stronger then she knows."
„That's sweet. How long have you been together if I may ask?" she asked and now I looked at her irritated while letting out a chuckle.
„You mean me and her? Sweet of you to think that but we are not together. It's complicated."
Is it really complicated or do you guys make it complicated?" she asked me while preparing the bandages.
„I've been shot by my ex. I lost my memory's i had with her. Her husband then tried to kill me while I was still in the hospital. Now she's here. So am I.
I have kids at home and she took care of them while I was gone. So... I don't know sweetie. Tell me. Do we make it complicated or is it just complicated?" I asked her with a hint of sarcasm.
Her face fell and she knew the answer to her question by now.
„I am sorry. I overstepped. I just tend to ask a lot.
My mom used to say I am a really noisy kid."
She apologized as she started to wrap my hand up.
She looks really young. Even so young that I kinda had this motherly feeling while talking to her.
I don't know how to explain it.
„It's okay sweetie. You couldn't know it."
I replied and she smiled gently.
„I'm gonna assume that you know some stuff about medical things. So can I ask you something?"
„Sure go ahead. I'll help wherever I can."
She added friendly.
„How can I remember more about what happened?"
„Most things come naturally. Uncontrolled. You might get triggered by a smell, a noise, a sound, some words or even names. Picture can help. Old clothes."
„Is it bad if I won't remember? Even after trying?"
„Trying to remember isn't gonna work how you think it will. It's not that simple and neither is it easy. Did you remember some things already?"
She asked.
„Yes. I saw an empty bullet on my grass in front of my house and that triggered some memories. But I know that there is more I am missing out on."
„That's a great progress. Don't try to minimize that step. This shows that it can come back. It just takes time."
„Can some things even trigger all memories?
As if you open a folder on a laptop and there are so many pictures and Images?"
„It can. But it doesn't happen that often." she answered and I let out a sigh in frustration.
She finished wrapping my hand up and put some small tapes on the end to hold it together at its place.
„Here you go. Wrapped up and clean." she replied while smiling down on her work she did with my hand.
„Thank you for helping me out."
„Glad I could help." she answered as she took her gloves off to place them on the tray.
„I have a feeling that you don't want to remember for yourself am I right with that?" she asked as she caught me looking back to the door.
„Is it that obvious?"
„Oh yes it is. People who don't remember usually take it easy. You on the other hand. You want to remember for someone else. For her. Why?"
She questioned but I didn't answer as I looked down at my hand.
„You don't wanna lose her. That's why." she stated as if she read me like an open book.
„Something deep inside tells me that she will leave once and for all because I can't remember everything yet. She left already. But not like fully, fully. I just don't want to lose her too since I've lost myself so many times."
„You won't lose her. You just gotta be honest about it and explain yourself and she will understand."
She replied me I wish she is right with that statement. I really do.
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