Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen: Vanished Memory

Kyle

I was in her hospital room, the same one that I just left less than four hours ago pacing the room back and forth. I was so agitated, and anger was coursing through my whole body. After I rushed Nyla to the hospital, I requested that Doctor Rollins looks after her. It took about two hours before he came back with an update. “Mr. Hernandez, there's good news and bad news, which would you like to hear first?” He started with.

“Good news.”

“Okay, the good news is the baby is fine, it was unharmed when she had fallen.”

“That’s good. What’s the bad news?” I asked in a small voice, afraid of his answer.

“She has broken her left arm and it is inflamed. Due to the condition that she is in, I can't give her anything for it so she is probably in a lot of pain right now. We would have to wait until she is awake before we can give her some medications to stop the inflammation. It seems after she fell she rolled on her side rather than on her face,” he said before pausing. “Also, even though she had rolled on her side, her head had hit the steps pretty hard as a result of that her brain has swelled, the pictures that we have taken in the Magnetic resonance imaging scan shows the swelling and it would take some time before it would go down,” He continued.

“Is that all?” I asked hesitantly, afraid there were more bad news and the fact that I saw he was a bit hesitant to leave.

“Well, no, it's not. Due to the injury of her arm, I would say that she had been pushed and it was no accident. Her arm was broken in two which means after the person had pushed her, she fell heavily on it, then rolling on it has caused it to become inflamed.”

Fuck, why couldn't she have waited for me huh? Why did she have to walk away and leave? Who did this to her? All these questions haunted my mind and I felt like I wanted to punch the wall. I had gone berserk on my mother shortly after I had found her. The state that Nyla was in was horrible. Blood was pooling out of her mouth, and her arm had a black and blue color. I had blamed my mother for what happened, if she hadn't taken her inquisitive ass back to where Nyla we were, we would have gotten in a quickie and she would've been safe right now. She just can’t allow us, me to be happy.

After my mom had interrupted us then left, I could see the disgusted look Nyla had over her face before it turned to anger, and then her face turned back to normal, almost like none of those emotions had washed over her. I know she knows my mom doesn't like her, but she just pretends like she doesn't see it. They had gotten into arguments a few times, each my mom blaming her for what happened to me.

Nyla was a strong one; I could see it and I respected her for that. The other girls my mother had argued with always wanted to brawl with her which resulted in me kicking them out of my life for good. My mom might cause problems, but that doesn't mean you should fight her.

What had added more fuel to the fire, causing me to get angrier was the fact that after I told my mom she was the reason for why Nyla was in this condition, her reply was “humph at least the bitch didn't die.” She wasn't even shocked or upset, not one emotion was evident on her face or her eyes. I knew she hated Nyla, but come on, the girl was lying in the hospital bed for crying out loud not even one tear she could shed even if it was fake.

I can't believe this is the woman who raised me, she never liked anyone I dated. She always thought they weren't good enough for me, but I have a rude awakening for her. Nyla is here to stay and she isn't going anywhere, whether she likes it or not. After she uttered those words, all I could see at that moment was red, if it was any of my male family members or friends who said that they probably would be lying in a body bag right now. She should count her blessings that she is a female and also my mom.

It seemed my mom had something to do with it, and if she did I would never forgive her for something like this, but I would do a little investigating first before I jumped the gun. After I had received the news, I was pacing even faster than before. It was after a few minutes that I saw that pacing wasn't doing anything; it was only making me nervous and more agitated. Walking out of the room, I went downstairs to the reception area where I went outside and jumped in my car.

I decided I should just drive around for a while to calm down my temper. Driving, I started to have flashbacks of what had happened. After Nyla had walked away, I was still glued to the spot, running my hands through my hair before I cursed under my breath. My mother was testing my last nerves; she knew exactly what was going to happen after I took Nyla's hand last night. We had made eye contact for a brief second before I looked away and dragged Nyla around to the lounge area, but no she had to come and ruin everything.

I had been watching my mom after I had proposed to Nyla, and after I told everyone we were expecting a child she wasn't saying much and she didn't even congratulate Nyla and me for that matter. I knew she didn't like her, but hey, I was her son couldn't she have been a little bit proud of me, even if she had to fake it until she made it.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize I nearly collided with a truck. His horn was what had gotten me out of my flashback in the nick of time, so I could turn my steering wheel. Coming to a stop, I started breathing hard. Holding my chest, I started gasping for air. I couldn’t do this to her or me; I had to be more careful. It didn't make sense to have the both of us in the hospital, and I just got out and I sure as hell didn't want to go back.

Sighing, I drove back to the hospital. Going to Nyla's room, I saw that she was still unconscious. Walking up to her bed, I saw that her fingers were twitching and her hand reaching out as if she's calling out for someone before I could take up her hand I heard her say something that I couldn’t quite make out. Looking at her face, I saw tears streaming down her eyes. I knew how it felt to be in situations like this trapped, unable to move or talk, trying desperately to come out of the darkness. Wiping away her tears, I kissed her head and I saw her fingers twitching again.

Kneeling beside her bed, I gently took her hands into mine before I started talking “Please if you can hear me fight your way, please. I need you here. I love you, Nyla.” Tears were streaming down my face, I felt so useless- seeing her like this and not being able to do anything. I just proposed to her, we were going to work things out and get married soon and this is what happened, she ends up in the hospital.

“Eh hem,” I heard someone clear their throat. Looking towards the door, I saw it was Doctor Rollins along with my mother and sister. Coming inside the room, with some pictures in his hand, he politely asked me to exit so he could run some more tests on her.

Before I could step a foot outside the room, I heard her voice asking what's going on and where she was. Spinning around fast, I took two long strides and in no time I was back at her bedside holding her hand. Going up closer towards her, Doctor Rollins took out his little light and shone it in her eyes. Turning to me he said, “she's doing great, her pupils are properly dilated and her temperature is okay.” All the time he was talking, my eyes were fixated on Nyla, she was giving me a strange look, she was looking at me as if it was the first time she was seeing me. Like I was a stranger. I was going to ask Doctor Rollins if there was something else wrong with her, but before I could open my mouth to speak her voice came out small and weak.

“Who are you? Why are you here and where am I?”

Looking at Doctor Rollins, he lifted his hand to look at the pictures more closely before a look of shock came over his face. “I'm afraid that I had missed something on the images,” he said. Walking over to him, I looked at the pictures that he had in his hands.

“What is the problem?” I asked, “her brain looks fine otherwise from the swelling.”

“That's what I had thought too, but after she said what she just said I took a closer look. Look at these,” he said while pointing his fingers at different sections of the pictures on the scan.

“What are those?” I asked curiously.

“Dents. They’re so small, that's how I missed them.”

“So what does that have to do with her not remembering anything?”

“Even though they are small they still can cause a big effect on the brain and it's not a good one.”

“Doctor, what are you saying?” I asked nervously.

“Mr. Hernandez, I am saying that Nyla is suffering memory loss. In other words, she has amnesia and I’m not sure how long it would take before she gets back her memory. It’s hard to predict, these dents are small and her memory can come back anytime.” A look of horror came over my face, and I could hear my mom and sister gasping. Turning to Nyla, I saw that she was still confused as to what's going on.