{Bella's POV}
My eyes fluttered open, but soon closed due to the bright lights in front of me. "She seems stable. Everything seems fine. Aside from the minor concussion she still may have, she's good. We needed her to wake up. I'm gonna have her stay 3 more nights just to monitor things. And when she gets home, she's in bed rest. No getting up."
"Thank you, Dr. Morgan." Her familiar voice rung in my ears like they all were yelling. "M-Mom?" I blinked my eyes open again. "Hey, baby! I'm right here. Everything's gonna be okay." She assured me.
"Wha- What happened? It feels like I got hit by a truck." The joke didn't seem to make everyone laugh, though I was confused as to why not. "What?" I asked as the glare from Rachel was deadly.
"That's not funny." She sneered. "You were in a car accident, honey." Dad said lightly. Though it still felt like they were yelling. "Can you please stop yelling?" I asked. I tried to move my hands to rub my temples, but the worse complicated things. And as I examined my arms, there were dark purple and blue spots. Scratches that were bound to heal, some turning into scars.
"I-I how did-" My mind started racing, the pulsing in the side only becoming worse. "Kayla said you left the house when you were having a meltdown about that boy." My eyebrows furrowed. "What boy?" I asked.
"Noah." Rachel clarified. But I didn't know anyone named Noah. "I don't know who that is." Everyone froze. "He lives at sway. With Blake and Bryce." Mom said. "Who's Blake- What are you talking about." "Get the Doctor." Mom said quickly, already in tears. "Nessa and Charlie were worried sick."
"I don't know these people." I said, getting frustrated. Soon, the same doctor came in. He looked at the clipboard in his hands. "She's experiencing a minor case of amnesia. She should get her memory back with time. Be sure to show her pictures of people she doesn't remember. Especially when she's also in the picture."
And then a tall tan boy rushed into the room. He didn't look familiar. His hair looked fluffy and he was no doubt a stunning piece of art. "How come she remembers Kayla?" Dad asked. "She only seems to be forgetting parts about this last year." The doctor explained.
"Princess, you're awake. I never thought that-" I leaned away from his touch. The stranger was too comfortable with me. Already trying to kiss my forehead? This is our first time meeting. "Princess? We just met don't you think it's a bit soon for pet names?" I pulled my hand away from him.
But what I saw next was heartbreaking, this stranger's heart broke within .2 seconds. "I'm Isabella. But my friends call me Bella." I said politely, trying to somehow ease this man's pain. "I'm Noah Beck. I dated you for 6 months and broke up with you for the stupidest reason. You took me back about a months later. I told you everyday how thankful I was that you gave me the chance to love you. We dated for 5 more months before the game got to you and you needed a break from everything. And I respected that. I didn't want our love story to be over, and I said I would wait for you. That we had only pressed pause on our romance movie. The one where I love you to the ends of the earth." He was sobbing hysterically now.
To say I was confused would be an understatement. I had no memory of this. Of him. And I felt awful. I apparently supposed to love him. And I didn't doubt that he loved me. But it was hard to love someone you don't remember. "Do you have pictures? Maybe I'll remember." I tried to soothe his pain. I tried to remember.
"Yeah." He murmured, and grabbed his phone out of his pocket.
"This is from when we were at Charlie's birthday party. You and I sang karaoke together. I remember, you were smiling so wide and you looked just so happy. You were laughing and smiling all night." He lightly chuckled at the memory.
"This one was a few months ago. You had that hat on, and I jokingly said 'oh where's mine?' But then you actually pulled one out for me and made me where it. And as unhappy as I looked, I was happy because the simplest of things could make you so incredibly happy, and I was one of them."
"This was from that high school reunion/prom thing. I thought it would be cool to have like real promposal type of thing. You almost started tearing up, from how happy you were. And that night at prom, we danced in the hallway instead of the dance floor. You said it was more secluded and I could twirl you around. And of course I did. Because you're a princess. And you were my princess." He sniffles at the last bit. Almost crying again.
"This one's probably my favorite. You texted me and said you had a bad day-" and then it all hit me like a ton of bricks. "And when I got home. You were there. You were waiting with open arms. And I remember. You asked me if I wanted to talk about it. And I said no. So you just held me in your arms." "I told you everything was okay now. That the day was almost over. And that tomorrow would be so much better." He smiled at me, a few tears spilling onto his cheeks. "Do you remember me?" He asked softly, with hopeful eyes.
"I don't know how I could've ever forgotten you bubba. What the fuck is wrong with me? I was crying so hard because I though you and.... you and... GOD WHAT'S HER NAME?! IT STARTS WITH A D...-"
"Dixie?"
"Yes! I thought you and Dixie were together. And I thought that you wouldn't be waiting for me when I was okay. I-I thought I had lost you. Because.. Dixie was saying how much misery I was putting you through and that she liked you. And it was messing with my head. God, how could I have ever let you go?" I reached out to wipe a few of his tears.
"You weren't in the right head space. It's okay, princess. I told you to fix that pretty head of yours and then to come back to me. What you did was smart. Even if it hurt me, you were doing your best to feel happy in every aspect." He reassured me.
"Can I take you back? Like as of right now. Because I want nothing more than to be your princess. And to love you endlessly, and have no one interfere. Because holy fucking shit, Noah Beck I love you." He laughed lightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I said I'd be waiting didn't I?" I giggled, and smiled when he did kiss my forehead.
"I-I still don't remember some people. I don't wanna upset them." I mumbled. "It's alright baby. I'll help you. Kayla and I will be here, every step of the way." He kissed the tip of my nose, going for my cheek, but I swerved him to kiss my lips. "Sneaky." He mumbled against them.
"Alright bitches- oh! Hey Mr. and Mrs. Coatney. Alright people! The best friend is here!" Kayla walked in, smiling at my open eyes, and smiling face. "OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU'RE ALIVE!" She squealed, quickly jumping onto the hospital bed.
"Ow! Okay let's not try to give me more bruises than I already have." I groaned. "Sorry, sorry." She apologized. "You remember me right?" I nodded. "Everything about you. I couldn't forget about Ms. Makayla Marie Carson. Could I?" She smiled brightly.
"Doctor said it was okay to take you home. Just straight to bed and rest." "Can Noah come?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm her boyfriend." Noah chuckled. She smiled. "Alright c'mon kiddos." Kayla said.
"Uhm I don't have like- clothes." I said, looking down at my hospital gown. "I have pajama shorts and J Noah can spare his hoodie."
"I can't wait to be home."