Ch.32
Ashley’s POV:
I finally cried myself to sleep last night. My dreams were all sweet memories of me and Spencer. Everything about her was captivating; her blonde, golden hair, her sparkling baby blue eyes, her warm, tan skin. I needed her back. Suddenly I was being shaken up violently. I opened my eyes to see Kyla’s face right above mine. “What do you want?” I snarled, throwing a pillow at her face. I’d rather have gone back to sleep and dreamt about Spencer and never waken up. “Aren’t you going to go back to the hospital to talk to the doctors and try to get Spencer to remember you=- or us at least?” Kyla asked. I grunted from the bed. She was right. I should try not to act as if Spencer was dead. I could try to get her to remember me, and If she couldn’t remember, then I guess I’d have to win her back all over again. That was not going to be easy or pleasant. I shudder to think of what if she remembers Aiden and not me. “Hurry!” Kyla whined. “I want to know what kind of amnesia she has – like, if it’s permanent or not!” Kyla dug through my drawers and threw some clothes at me. “Fine, fine… I’m comin’.” I grumbled. I groaned when I sat down in the driver’s seat and realized that Kyla had given me this woolen light blue sweater that Spencer had knit for me. It had A&S knit right in the middle in yellow. “Why did you give me this thing? I never wear this except for outside the house.” I grumbled. “OH MY GOSH, ASH- DID SPENCER KNIT THAT FOR YOU?!” Kyla squealed excitedly. “She did huh? Everyone knows you suck at art and sewing and cooking, Ash.” “Oh shut up, Kyla.” I growled. “This is perfect, Ash- you show up to the hospital wearing this and it’ll be evidence that you guys were together!” “You’re so stupid, Kyla.” I snorted. “A sweater isn’t evidence. How does she know it doesn’t stand for oh… Ashley and Sharon…or Ashley and Sarah or something when she doesn’t have her memory? Pictures are evidence, Kyla.” I said, pulling out my leather Lacoste wallet to show her pictures of me and Spencer on the beach, me and Spencer kissing, and me and Spencer cuddling at a friend’s party while sharing drinks, and so on. I had a whole deck of photos with me and her in my wallet. I was going to dump them in her lap today to prove it to her. I had videos of us as well if she wanted to see those too.
When we finally got to the hospital, Spencer’s family was already there. “Ugh…we would’ve got here first if you hadn’t slept in.” Kyla muttered, jabbing me in the ribs. “You could’ve woken me up earlier.” I retorted. Paula glared at us while we walked in as if we were pieces of dog poop stuck to her shoe. Spencer raised her eyebrow a little, noticing how the crazy girls from yesterday had come back to visit her. The doctor cleared his throat. “I was just going over how Ms. Carlin here, appears to have suffered some brain damage as side effects of the drugs injected into her system a couple nights ago. Thankfully, she has only lost 2 years worth of her memory, whether it this amnesia is permanent or temporary is – ” “Thankfully? You dick, don’t you get that she doesn’t remember me anymore?!” I yelled, losing my temper and getting right up in the doctor’s face. “Ms. Davies, if you would just be rational-” “Don’t ask me to be rational. How can I be rational when the love of my life remember my name?! How the hell do you expect me to be “rational”?!” I snarled, grabbing him by the collar. “Ash- stop it!” Kyla cried, grabbing me by the waist and trying to drag me away. I turned on my heel away from the doctor and got on my knees by Spencer’s bedside. “Spencer…baby…it’s me…Ashley.” I whimpered in a soft voice, looking up into those sweet pools of baby blue. I reached out for her hand and gently grasped onto it, placing it over my heart. “Please…remember me.” I begged. “You knit this sweater for me…do you remember that?” I pulled out my wallet and starting pulling out our pictures and laying them onto her lap. “Look.” Spencer looked puzzled as her eyes ran over all the photos of me and her. She turned the photo of us grinning and sharing a kiss in front of everyone at her birthday party a couple months ago. Suddenly Paula snatched up all the photos out of Spencer’s lap and tried to take the one from her hand as well. “Don’t listen to her, Spencer. It’s wonderful that you don’t remember this, this gay, wild, promiscuous, spoiled brat anymore! She was never any good for you- you can start anew now without her.” I shoved Paula’s hand away from Spencer’s so she couldn’t snatch the remaining picture away. “Excuse me, Paula, but I won’t stand here and try to ruin what Spencer and I had- er, have.” I said firmly, standing up to face her. “Spencer, please. Say that you remember me. Say that you love me.” I pleaded, taking both of her hands in mine. Spencer looked at me with pity and sorrow. She shook her head. “I’m trying…but I’m sorry, Ashley. I don’t. I can’t. I wish I could, but…I can only remember my family, and…him.” I looked up when she said ‘him’ to see Aiden standing in the doorway.