I Don't Remember
The Doctor
"Dr. Horan to surgery immediately," the intercom said.
I stood up and ran to the stairs. You can always tell when something is really bad. They would have paged me if I was needed but no they called for me over the intercom. I ran down the first and second flight of stairs but had to jog down the third. I had to prepare myself. Surgery. And bad.
"Dr. Horan," a nurse said. She ushered me into the room. I quickly washed my hands while telling people what to do.
I saw a woman lying with a large gash in the back of her head. I could see her skull had been broken but not penetrated. I could not see her face now but that did not matter. The gash did. I ordered a nurse to find her records and blood type. I ordered others help me lift her onto the table.
As we lifted her up I caught a glimpse of her face. It was Roland. I hadn't seen her for at least three or four years now. I was getting off topic now. I don't care when the last time I saw her was. I need to stitch her up now.
A nurse put an IV in to make sure that she stays unconscious the whole time. We got blood for her and started. After three hours in surgery, I did all I could. Her head would heal but her brain was very rattled and when I took an x-ray I was shocked. This girl should be dead. Her brain was fine except for one big thing. There are nerves running all over a person's brain. One of hers is wrapped around a certain part of her brain, cutting off the blood flow to that certain part. I examined it more closely and noticed that it was the memory part of the brain. It only meant one thing.
She would not remember a thing.