Hers To Remember. Karen Barrett Lawton

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      “Take care of Amy if I don’t take care of myself. All right, Mom, you win.” He glanced at the closed door of her room. “I just hate to leave her alone.”

      “She needs to sleep. The nurses will keep an eye on her. Especially after what happened earlier. And once Dr. Yamana has had a chance to completely examine her, we’ll have a better idea what we’re dealing with.”

      Casey’s words echoed Sam’s own thoughts. After dropping by the nurse’s station, they headed down to the cafeteria.

      WHEN ADRIENNE WOKE for the third time, she felt as if she’d been asleep for weeks. A glance at the clock on the bedside table told her it had only been thirty minutes. The pain in her head had faded to a dull ache.

      The panic she’d felt had faded, too. Once she told the people here about Vaughn, they wouldn’t have him near her. And even if they didn’t believe her, once she told Vaughn about her proof, he wouldn’t dare hurt her, despite what he’d threatened.

      The door opened. Adrienne tensed, then relaxed when Dr. Yamana stepped into the room. So much for my new confidence, she thought wryly.

      “Well, you look like you’re feeling better.” The doctor moved to her bedside. She took out the same black instrument and once again shined the light in Adrienne’s eyes. “How’s your head?”

      Seeing this as her chance to get herself released, Adrienne smiled. “The pain is all gone.”

      Dr. Yamana studied her skeptically. “All gone?”

      “Well, it does ache a little,” she admitted. “But not nearly enough to keep me in the hospital overnight.”

      “Anxious to leave, are you?”

      So anxious she’d gone AWOL. Evidently the doctor hadn’t heard about her little escapade. “There’s no reason to stay if I’m feeling so much better, is there?”

      The doctor smiled. “Why don’t you let me finish my examination before you go running off, all right?”

      Adrienne nodded reluctantly.

      The doctor took the chart from the end of the bed and pulled up a chair. After she sat down, she opened the chart and took a pen out of her pocket. “As I started to explain before, in cases where there’s been an injury to the head, sometimes there’s a memory loss. So I’ll ask you some basic questions, and you answer them to the best of your ability. Are you ready?”

      Memory loss, Adrienne thought, maybe that’s the answer. Sam had called her Amy, the doctor Mrs. Delaney. Delaney was Sam’s last name. Was it possible he’d meant what he said, that he was only trying to make sure she got better? Maybe he knew the danger she’d been in the other night. Maybe this was his way of helping.

      “Mrs. Delaney?”

      Adrienne looked at the doctor. “What?”

      “Are you up to answering these questions?”

      Making a decision, Adrienne nodded.

      “All right then, let’s start with something easy. Can you tell me your name?”

      Sending up a brief prayer for strength, Adrienne looked the doctor straight in the eye and lied, “Amy Delaney.”

      Dr. Yamana smiled. “How about your age?”

      “Twenty-seven.” Adrienne gave her real age reluctantly. She hoped it meshed with Sam’s information.

      “What is your birth date?”

      This she knew she shouldn’t answer. The age she might be forgiven. A wrong birth date would raise all sorts of suspicions. Now was the time for amnesia to set in. She paused, then tried to look puzzled, “I can’t remember, Doctor.”

      “That’s okay,” Dr. Yamana said gently. “It will come back. Let’s try something else. Can you tell me your address?”

      Adrienne shook her head.

      “What is your husband’s name?”

      Adrienne crossed her fingers under the covers. “Sam.”

      Dr. Yamana nodded. “Do you know the date of your anniversary?”

      “No,” she said, then made herself laugh. “I guess Sam won’t be too happy with that.”

      The doctor smiled. “I’m sure he’ll forgive you. He’s very concerned about you. All the nurses are dreamy-eyed, wishing their husbands or boyfriends would show such devotion.”

      Which meant that they could be as easily fooled as she, Adrienne thought, or else he really was the caring man he seemed to be. Which one?

      “Please try not to worry,” Dr. Yamana said. “All the test results came out fine for you and the baby.”

      The mention of the baby she carried caused all other thoughts to vanish. Adrienne still had a hard time believing she’d been pregnant for several months and never had a clue.

      “Since the tests came out so well, does that mean I can be released?” Adrienne asked.

      “Well, we do have this memory loss to deal with,” Dr. Yamana said.

      Happy the doctor had bought her fake amnesia, Adrienne continued her act. “How long will it take me to remember?”

      “That’s hard to say. Different head injuries act differently. It could take days, weeks, or even months.”

      Dismay filled her. What have you gotten yourself into now, Adrienne? she asked herself. “I can’t stay in the hospital for months!”

      The doctor laughed. “In a rush to get back to that handsome husband of yours, are you? Relax, Mrs. Delaney, your injury is relatively mild. You’ll probably only be here overnight.”

      Adrienne didn’t have to act out her relief. “That’s wonderful, Doctor.”

      The other woman smiled. “I’m sure your husband will be happy about it, too.”

      Adrienne started at the term “your husband,” then she realized the doctor was talking about Sam, not Vaughn.

      “I’m going to go talk to him now,” the doctor continued. “Get some rest. I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Dr. Yamana rose, and left the room.

      Adrienne stared at the closed door. What would Sam say when the doctor told him about her “amnesia”? Would he give her away, or would he realize she’d decided to take him up on his offer of protection?

      Adrienne sat up. It didn’t matter what he’d said. There was no way she was going to wait around to find out. Moving more quickly than she knew she should, she made her way over to the closet. At least this time all she’d have to do was put on jeans and shoes.

      She opened the door, then stood staring at the empty space inside. No jeans. No shoes. СКАЧАТЬ