Amor

Memories

This happened in a universe where these kinds of things are possible oxox

I'm in my room, room 121. Yes, I'm at the hospital. I supposedly have this brain disease that would kill me unless I have a transplant. My operation's in a few minutes, and I don't know what to feel. I mean, they already told me the possible consequences. I'll lose my memories. I wouldn't remember anything. We were only doing this because if I survive the 50% chance of death, I wouldn't have this disease anymore. I'd be able to live like normal.

The nurse arrived and told me it was time. They'll put me in an induced coma so that they can start the transplant and so it wouldn't affect me much.

When they wheeled me out of my room and into the operating room, we passed by a room with the door open. Inside are a family, crying over a bed. There was a blond boy standing off to the side with silent tears falling down his face like a waterfall. I couldn't help but feel sad for them. Would that happen to me too?

------Time Skip------

I woke up in a strange bed, in a hospital. I don't remember anything except for the basic things, my name, and a face. The face of a boy, with blond hair and blue eyes. I remember his smiling face, but I don't know who he is or why I remember him, so I focused on what I know. My name is Jane. Jane Arrington. I don't remember anything else. The door opened and a man went in. I sat up.

"May? Are you alright? the doctor said that the operation went well, but we had to make sure." He said. I looked at him, and he asked again. "Do you- do you remember me? It's me, John. I'm your father." He could be. or he could be anyone. The man had dark, curly hair. Just like mine, but we do not look alike.

"I don't know you. And my name is not May. I'm Jane. " He looked horrified, and then seemed to understand something. "No, you are May. You just had a brain transplant. The doctors told us you would lose your memories, but I didn't think it would be like this. Do you remember anything else?"

I decided to keep the face to myself. I'm afraid that if I tell him, I'd forget. I will look for the boy, and maybe I'd have answers why he is one of the only things I remember. The door opened again, and another boy went in. He looked familiar, but I don't remember him. And I don't know what to feel about him. He was looking at me with curiosity and concern on his face.

"If you're hoping that I'll remember you, then I'm sorry but I don't. I don't remember anything." I told him. It's better to get it over with than have the trouble of explaining later. his face dropped, but he put on a smile just as quickly.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm Hale, your boyfriend. We've been together for a few years now. It's alright if you don't remember me. We can always make new memories." he smiled at me.

"No," I said. "No?" he asked me. "No, I'm not ready yet. Please, if you ever cared for me before then you should now. I need space. I need time to myself to sort things out." After I said that, he looked really sad and disappointed I almost regret saying it. John, my supposed father, said. I motioned for him.

"Can-can you wheel me out? I just need some fresh air to clear my mind." He went out and returned with a wheelchair. He helped me with it and we went out. I looked around, and the sight of many patients and nurses made me nervous. "John? Can you bring me to a garden or something?" "They have a garden on the rooftop, although I don't think you can reach there with a wheelchair." He said.

"It's okay, I can walk a little, I think. I just want to see some flowers." He just nodded and pushed me to the elevator. when we reached the stairs to the rooftop, he helped me walk up. "He led me to a bench and I sat there, admiring the flowers. "I'll be fine here, please, if you can go, I need to think about this-this whole thing," I said.

"Alright. I'll be back in a few minutes. I haven't had lunch anyway. Don't go anywhere." he said before going back down. I stood up and hobbled to the plants, and bent to smell one. I misjudged my balance and fell. I closed my eyes and braced for the impact when I realized I never hit the floor. Two strong hands were holding me.

"Miss, are you alright?" I looked back and saw that it was him. The boy with blond hair and blue eyes. "You!" I said so suddenly that I startled even myself. "Me?" he asked.

"You! I remember you! I don't know why, but I do! Answer me!" I moved away from his grip and thrust a finger to his chest. He pushed my hand back and spoke. "Excuse me? I don't know you. But I admit, I'm unforgettable." He straightened his shirt.

"I just had a brain transplant this morning and I don't remember anything except for my name and your face and everyone keeps calling me May no matter how many times I tell them that my name is Jane and-" "What?!" he interrupted.

"I said that I just had a brain transplant this morning and-" He stopped me. "I heard you. You said your name is Jane?"

"Yes, I'm Jane. Jane Arrington. That's all I remember. And your face. Now tell me why." I walked to the bench to sit. 'No, that's impossible." he said, then left in a rush. Just as he went down, John arrived.

"Hey, who's that?" He asked. "I don't know," I said. I'm still not telling him. don't know why, but I don't want to.

"He seemed pretty upset," I just nodded.

------Time Skip------

It's been two months after the operation, and I've adjusted to this life, although I still keep on insisting to everyone that my name is Jane. I saw the blond guy once, but he still keeps on saying he doesn't know me and saying that it was impossible.

"impossible what?" I asked him. "That you're Jane," he said, giving me a downcast look. "But I'm Jane, and I'm standing right here," I told him. "No, Jane died last month," he said. I didn't believe him. That was last month. I was supposed to meet him again today. He just told me he had to do something.

I told him where we lived, and today I was home alone, which was perfect. Whatever he was going to tell me, it might enlighten my mind a little on this whole situation. I heard the doorbell ring and opened the door to see Max. That was his name.

"Hey, you came," I said. "Of course I would come," he said, before suddenly hugging me. I pushed him back. "What was that?!" I asked him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." by this time tears were streaming down his face. "Jane, it's really you," he said, then hugged me again. Again, I pushed him back. "Of course I'm Jane! I already told you that before, haven't I?"

"It's just- remember when I told you I had to do something? I asked Jane's parents, your parents what happened." He wiped his tears. "They said that your last wish was to donate your organs. Your brain ended up with this woman named May Williams. The surgery can make you forget everything, but somehow, somehow, you remembered the donor's memories. you still remember yourself as Jane." He stepped closer to me. "Jane, it's me. Max. Your fiance." With this, a lot of memories flashed in my mind. I remember a lot of things now. I remembered my parents, I remembered Max. I even remember Beth, my best friend. I didn't notice I was crying until I felt the tears stain my shirt.

I went to him and hugged him. "Max! Mazzie! I remember you now! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I cried, and he started rubbing circles on my back. Just then the door opened and Hale came in. When he saw us, he turned his heel and went out the door.

"Hale! Wait! Hale!" I called out, but he was already too far. I still couldn't run fast enough due to the surgery. "You know that guy?" Max asked. "He's May's boyfriend. I ruined this. I ruined everything." I muttered to myself. "Max, I missed you." "I missed you too," he said. "But you have to go. For now. I have to explain everything to Hale. To everyone." I hugged him and said goodbye.

"You still know my number?" He asked. "Of course," I said and he left. Well, now I have to fix this. I first called May's dad and told him everything. He listened to me, and couldn't believe it, but he seemed to understand. Next, I called Hale. he wasn't picking up, so I left him a text to call me back to explain everything. Lastly, I texted Max.

"Hey, it's me. Jane."

"Hi"

"Do you think, we could, I don't know. Still be together?"

"I honestly don't know. But take this. I will always love you, no matter how you look,"

"Love you too."

I turned the phone off and lay on my bed. Scratch that. May's bed. What do I do about this whole thing now?