I Don't Remember
The Research
For hours I sat at my desk, researching things on brains and memories. How can she get memories back? We decided that no one else was allowed to see her today. I knew they would try to get her to remember but that would have been too much for her to handle. She would probably pass out for a while again.
"Dr. Horan?" I looked up to see an older nurse.
"Miss. Roland would like to see you." I nodded and grabbed my clipboard. Why did she want to see me? I walked down the hallway and up two flights of stairs. I saw Samantha outside the door with Styles and Tomlinson. They glared at me when I came around the corner.
"What do you want?" I asked in a calm manner.
"We want to see her Horan," Styles sneered at me.
"I don't think it's good for her to see you now," I said. They sneered at me.
"I have a right to see my girlfriend," Styles spit at me. I took a deep breath.
"You may see her tomorrow," I said before turning around. "Visiting hours begin at seven."
"I'm seeing her now," Styles yelled before ripping the door open and running inside. Tomlinson and Samantha both tried to stop him but he was too fast for them. I ran to the door and calmly followed them in.
Roland was sitting in bed. A book was open on her lap and the small lamp was on. Styles was standing next to the bed looking at her. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Her eyes opened wide in shock and she pushed him back. He fell back in shock, lucky for him there was a chair behind him. I resisted the urge to laugh. I saw Samantha rush forward to comfort her sister. Tomlinson stood there in shock, not really knowing what to do.
"Who are you?" Roland spat out.
"I'm Harry, your boyfriend," he whispered. Samantha rubbed Roland's back.
"You don't remember us?" Tomlinson asked. She looked over at him and shook her head.
"Carly this is Louis and Harry," Samantha spoke softly. "They're your best friends."
"He said he is my boyfriend," Carly whispered to Samantha.
"He is sweetie, but he was your best friend before that."
"Why doesn't she remember me?" Styles yelled at me. I made my decision based on what was best for Roland.
"I think it's time for you to leave Styles," I said. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"I'm not leaving her in your hands," he screeched.
"Either you will leave on your own or I will call security," I calmly said.