Slate was seated near Giseleâs hospital bed for what felt like an eternity. He didnât mind, it was mostly his fault she was there anyway.
He sighed when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew instinctively that it was Lizzie. She had been trying to make him go home but he was having none of it.
âSlate, just go home. Iâm here, Iâll take care of Gisele but you⦠youâve been her for five days already.
Gisele would not like to see you looking this disheveled. You look like a truck ran you over repeatedlyâ, Lizzie said, imploringly.
Slate sighed and pa**ed his hand through his hair. âI canât, Liz, try to understand me. I canât leave her here, I love herâ, he replied in a hoarse voice.
Lizzie sighed, exasperated then said, âI know you love her, Slate, I know youâre hurting, but please for her sake, take care of yourself. Pleaseâ
When she noticed his will was softening, she added, âAnd Callie misses you. She almost lost Gisele, donât make her even more unhappyâ
Slate stood up wearily and said, âYou win. Iâm going but please keep me updated if thereâs any changeâ
Lizzie nodded sadly and waved bye to him. She sat and looked her friend. She looked so fragile, she had suffered much in this life and this was just the worst. It was in times like this that Lizzie asked herself whether there really was a God up there.
As she was thinking those deep thoughts, she heard the heart machine beeping furiously.
Giseleâs eyes flicked open, closed again then opened again.
âGisele? Gisele, oh my God, I missed you so muchâ, Lizzie said excitedly before noticing the expression on Giseleâs face.
âWho are you?â, she whispered. Lizzieâs eyes grew wide.
ADVERTISEMENT âGisele? Itâs me, Lizzie, your best friend since high schoolâ
She still looked confused and scared. She looked around her.
âWhere am I? Who are you?â, she asked, on the verge of tears.
Lizzie, seeing her distraught, called the Doctor, before Gisele sank into unconsciousness once more.
***
Gisele felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She was hearing bits and pieces of the conversation taking place in the room.
âAmnesia⦠mental block⦠recover in no time⦠spark⦠memory⦠straining activitiesâ¦â
Then she fell unconscious again.
***
Lizzie had called Slate as soon as the doctor arrived. Dr. Martinez was updating them on her condition âShe actually has temporal amnesia. Itâs like her brain has put a mental block on her memories but sheâll recover in no time if well taken care of. You need to spark her memory but not with straining activities. Show her pictures, videos. Things like thatâ, the doctor said politely then walked out when Slate muttered his polite thanks.
Slate sat next to Gisele again and held her hand with his. He couldnât imagine how much it would hurt when she woke up and wasnât able to recognize him.
ADVERTISEMENT He laid his head on her chest and without meaning it to, a tear dropped.
Then he felt a tentative hand smoothing his hair. His head shot up.
âGisele?â, he asked, then continued, âIâve missed you so much! Thank God youâre up.â
He kissed her hand, then her palm which surely frightened Gisele because she tried to push him back.
He removed his head and looked at her. She looked lost and scared.
âWho are you? Please let me go!â, she said, cowering from him.
Slate almost hit something to show his anger but remembered the doctorâs words to be âcalm and understanding withâ so he composed himself.
âJust know that youâre safe with me, okay?â, he said simply, sending his hand forward for her to take it.
***
Gisele looked at the stranger in front of her, asking her to trust him. She didnât know why but she felt like trusting him so she slowly sent her hand to meet his. He looked ecstatic when she did.
âDonât worry, Gisele, Iâll protect from any other dangerâ, he said more to himself than her, while taking her in his arms.
***
ADVERTISEMENT âSo, Iâm called Gisele Chloe Durand, Iâm half French, half Texan. I was the babysitter of your kid, then we fell in love? Ãa je nây crois pasâ, Gisele said, while shaking her head. âIt sounds like a fairy tail.â
âI know it sounds incredible but you have to believe meâ, Slate said, looking at her straight in her eyes.
Gisele found herself lost in the sea of his grey eyes. She almost nodded but asked instead, âWhereâs Ca- it was Callie, right?â
Slate nodded then answered, âSheâs currently taking a napâ but it was like Callie sensed they were talking about her for at that moment, she came sleepily down the stairs.
âDad, you-â, she started but cut herself short when she saw Gisele. She ran towards her and jumped into her arms while screaming, âGisele!!â
Gisele did not know why but she felt some warmth towards this child and her father, it was inexplicable.
âHey, Callieâ, Gisele said awkwardly.
âGisele! Iâm soo angry at you right now. You left and you couldnât tell me? Never do that again, okay?
And next time youâll take me, right?â, Callie scolded.
Gisele was at a loss for words so she simply nodded.
âGoodâ, Callie said as if she was praising a kid who had accomplished something.
Slate laughed and Gisele noticed he was looking at her longingly. She looked at Callie to avoid his gaze. She felt something for him, that was for sure, but without her memories, she couldnât be convinced. She sighed. Hopefully, sheâd gain it soon.