I Knew You Would
Chapter3
A few minutes later a doctor comes in. He approaches me with a clipboard in his hands.
"Hello, Miss." He says smiling.
"What am I doing here?" I ask immediately. "And who was that man that was just in here?"
"Look ma'am, you were in a crucial car accident. It has caused you some spinal and rib injuries. You also have a severe concussion. The man that was in here is your fiancé, Harry Styles."
"M-m-my fiancé?" I mumble, "B-but I don't even know him! How can I get married to a complete str-"
"Calm down Miss!" The doctor interrupts. "Just take deep breaths!" It was when he said this that I realized how heavily I was panting. "Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions okay?"
"Okay." I reply breathing slowly trying to calm myself.
"Alright do you remember your name?" He asks.
"Anastasia, Anastasia Hazel Marue." I reply. The doctor scribbles something on his clipboard.
"Good, good." He says. "So, Anastasia, how old are you?"
"Twenty-one." I say sighing. "Look I'm not stupid! I remember my name, age, family...everything!"
"But you don't remember your own fiancé..." He says trailing off. After a few minutes he breaks the silence, "So what's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember seeing police lights, and the sirens were hurting my ears. I didn't know where I was and I couldn't move."
"Alright," he says writing a few last things on his clipboard, standing up, "seems like you're doing fine. You should be out of here by tomorrow afternoon."
"But I thought I had injuries and a severe concussion!" I say even more confused.
"We'll that is true. But your ribs will heal on their own. There's not a lot we can do about those. And your spine is just a little out of place, you'll have to go to physical therapy. We already set up your sessions."
"Okay, but who will I stay with?" I ask.
"Harry. It would be a good thing for you to stay with him like you did before the crash. It could help you regain your memory."
I look down at my hands and see scratches all over them.
"I hope you get better." The doctor flashes me one quick smile and leaves.
"Hello, Miss." He says smiling.
"What am I doing here?" I ask immediately. "And who was that man that was just in here?"
"Look ma'am, you were in a crucial car accident. It has caused you some spinal and rib injuries. You also have a severe concussion. The man that was in here is your fiancé, Harry Styles."
"M-m-my fiancé?" I mumble, "B-but I don't even know him! How can I get married to a complete str-"
"Calm down Miss!" The doctor interrupts. "Just take deep breaths!" It was when he said this that I realized how heavily I was panting. "Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions okay?"
"Okay." I reply breathing slowly trying to calm myself.
"Alright do you remember your name?" He asks.
"Anastasia, Anastasia Hazel Marue." I reply. The doctor scribbles something on his clipboard.
"Good, good." He says. "So, Anastasia, how old are you?"
"Twenty-one." I say sighing. "Look I'm not stupid! I remember my name, age, family...everything!"
"But you don't remember your own fiancé..." He says trailing off. After a few minutes he breaks the silence, "So what's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember seeing police lights, and the sirens were hurting my ears. I didn't know where I was and I couldn't move."
"Alright," he says writing a few last things on his clipboard, standing up, "seems like you're doing fine. You should be out of here by tomorrow afternoon."
"But I thought I had injuries and a severe concussion!" I say even more confused.
"We'll that is true. But your ribs will heal on their own. There's not a lot we can do about those. And your spine is just a little out of place, you'll have to go to physical therapy. We already set up your sessions."
"Okay, but who will I stay with?" I ask.
"Harry. It would be a good thing for you to stay with him like you did before the crash. It could help you regain your memory."
I look down at my hands and see scratches all over them.
"I hope you get better." The doctor flashes me one quick smile and leaves.
10/26/13