Chapter 5 - Memories

I could here Phoebes footsteps running outside and faintly I could her voice calling out for her Mum and Dad, were they now my Mum and Dad I thought? I was thirty two, I had no family, my parents gave me up when I was a baby, and I was never adopted, and then there was the fact that I was to busy trying to make something of myself to form any serious attachments. My reverie was broken when I heard people at the door. I could see the Doctor at the door and I could see Amy off to his left, but in front of him I could hear voices and see other people moving. Yep, I could hear Phoebe talking, excitedly saying I recognised her and the other people, who I guess were the parents also talking to the Doctor quietly. The Doctor looked over at me and said "are you feeling well enough to have visitors? We normally only allow two at a time, but I think you would be ok this time around", blankly I nodded and he stepped away from the door as once again Phoebe barrelled into the room an hugging me once more, again with the crying I wondered. I was getting better at these awkward pats now, pretty much had the fear factor thrown out the window. Looking up I saw two older well dressed people walk in slowly. My mother, I am guessing it was my mother by the fact she was the only other female in the room and looked a little like Phoebe, and my father, who I realised looked similar to the face I saw in the mirror earlier. They came closer and I could see my mother, this was getting strange, she wasn't my mother but she was I thought, bugger work it out later and let it go for now I agreed to myself. Looking at my mother, I haltingly spoke, "Mum?", looking over at my father, I spoke again, "Dad?" My mother cried out loudly and promptly took a spot close to Phoebe and cried into my gown, yeh definitely need a new gown soon. My father smiled broadly and stepped closer to put his hand on my shoulder, "welcome back son, you have been having a nice rest here I can see". 

Smiling up at him and awkwardly patting the two backs of the ladies crying into my poor stained gown, "sorry dad, I am having problems, there are so many of my memories missing. I was blank before, but then when phoebe snuck in and called me, I felt something and memories came back, not many, not enough but I remember you, Mum and Phoebe" 

My father grinned at me, "it's ok son, we will work things out and we have plenty of time", looking down at the quietly crying women of the family, he chuckled to himself, "come on ladies get up, the poor boy will be in need of a change of clothes at this rate" shooting a grateful smile at him, I nodded and quietly laughed, "yep I do need a new gown, Phoebe pretty much cried a river earlier and now with a repeat, I am in desperate need of a shower and a new gown"

Leaning back Phoebe looked at me, "it isn't my fault, it has been months and we didn't know when you would wake and then the Doctor said you couldn't remember us, how would you think I would feel? I'm not some heartless monster you know". Smilingly I looked at my sister, yes she was my sister, for better or worse, this was my reality I thought, "you're my little Phoebe, I am honored to take one for the team" I jested, to which she swatted my arm and smiled back. Looking over my mother, "Mum? are you ok?I'm sorry that I worried you. Sorry for not being there for you". Mum just looked at me, smiling "it is in the past now, we just need to focus on you getting better. Do you remember anything about the accident?, she said quietly. Shaking my head, "no, nothing at all, I just" and my voice trailed off, I was seeing lights, flashing, voices shouting and one male voice in particular saying "quickly, leave him, he won't last, the police are coming" and then a sudden jolt of pain. I grabbed my head again, groaning, the Doctor at the back of the room hurried close to me and whipping out a small penlight, told me to lean back and began to flick the light across my eyes. I could hear my mother exclaiming if everything was alright, to which the Doctor murmured back that everything looked ok but perhaps it was time for me to rest. I could my father agreeing and telling mum and phoebe that I needed to rest and I had enough excitement for one day. I heard them saying goodbye and I waved over, smiling as they left, holding back the pain I felt in my head till they left the room.

As they left the Doctor looked at me, "is there any other pain you are feeling now?". I shook my head, " No Doctor, I just had a memory, I guess of the accident, it was sudden, and just hit me. I think I'm ok now though, just need to rest." Nodding, "I agree, well visiting hours are over and I need to complete my rounds. You are making progress though. Earlier you had no memory but now it seems the healing process is beginning". Thanking him, the Doctor walked out, Nurse Amy close behind. I settled back into my bed, thinking to myself I really need that shower but for now I need to think about all this. Who was that voice I heard, why was I being left behind, the Police were involved and there was an accident. There really was to much going on and I wasn't able to find any connections in my scattered "memories", I mentally laughed at the thought of memories that weren't mine and now, somehow were. Things like this just do not, should not happen, yet there was no way to rationalise this. I was living proof of this twist of fate. Sighing to myself I wriggled slightly to get comfortable and stretched, feeling tired. Maybe some sleep then a shower I thought to myself. Beginning to close my eyes, I started to mentally drift to sleep when suddenly my eyes snapped open as a voice was heard within me, "no time to sleep, I haven't much time and we need to talk".