Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 7

"Then why can't I remember the attack? How do I know it's not made up by you?" 

When I asked this, the room filled with a heavy silence. Frankly, I didn't like it one bit. But just then Declan explained.

"Miss Holland, the reason you don't remember the attack is due to post-traumatic shock, which seems to have caused more damage to your body than I expected. You are currently suffering from what I call selective amnesia." This news fell like a bombshell and although I couldn't see the faces of the two men, I could feel their eyes on me. 

"Selective amnesia? Can you be more specific?"

"It means that there are specific parts of your life, most of them distressing, that you may not remember. Your mind is selecting memories in order to protect you. Therefore, your brain has blocked out the moment of attack"

"Protect me from what, doctor?" I already didn't like the way Declan was expressing himself and I felt like my problem was going to cause me a lot of trouble in the future. And it was something I couldn't allow. 

"If you remember all the bad things that happened to you all at once, your mind might not be able to cope and it can collapse. The brain thus developed a protective barrier. In other words,"

"I'll go crazy..." I added it in shock over the verdict.

"In a way, Miss Holland. I'm so sorry to bring you such terrible news"

Was he really? It didn't really matter now that I still had a bandage over my eyes that he hadn't removed yet. God knew what was waiting for me. 

"Enough chatter, it's time to tell you Miss Holland that I won't leave you alone!" that male voice intervened and every time I heard it sent shivers through my body. 

"I see, Mr. Stone…" I approved by looking at him, but the bandages still bothered me. 

"So, you do know me..." His voice got a tone lower.

"Miss Holland, I am aware you have a next of kin, and I am aware she is not here, in New York. Rest assured that I will call her and explain about your situation. I have to, being your doctor. As for Dominic here, he saved you and to be honest you would need some help in the near future, so he is the only one now that can do it" 

I've often heard men support each other's opinions, but this was a unique situation. Or at least that's what I was trying to convince myself. I said it with my own mouth. I couldn't walk, I couldn't feel my legs, I wasn't sure I could see either.

Although I hated to admit it, Dominic was right. And whether he was the actor was less important. This man had saved me from the clutches of death. It was impossible. He could hurt me. 

I wanted so much to remember the attack, to know who did it and why? And more importantly, to know if I was with anyone else. But the memories were so distant.

"Doctor, if you want me to go to his house so badly, then you'd better take the bandages off as soon as possible," I said, perhaps a little more determined than I would have expected. I could almost hear his smile. 

"Ok, your wish is my command. In fact, that's exactly what I intended to do, so I came prepared" Even the cheerfulness in his voice surprised me. Maybe I really got seriously injured and my recovery was this doctor's victory.