Previously on Bette Forgets Chapter 1…

The Doctor folded her hands in her lap and with a breath looked up at me, Youre pregnant.


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What the *****?

What?

You heard me correctly.

From…one of the guys that…

Right.

Woah.

Im sorry Bette.

You didnt get me pregnant, so you have nothing to be sorry over, I commented with a grin despite the situation

She rolls her eyes at this, So youre okay?

A slight nod, I have a question though.

Shoot.

Now Doctor Stacey you shouldnt say that to someone who was just shot.

Winters only raised an eyebrow at this.

Okay so you claim that Im forty. Am I okay to have a child?

She smiled, I dont claim anything. You really are forty. Itll take a few more weeks for your body to heal. Other than that you are fine. You were incredibly healthy before and your body is kick ***** so

You been checking me out while I was comatose, I ask with a bright smile

Winters flushed at this and I smiled wider. It was so fun messing with her.

Kidding Doc.

Whatever you say Bette.

Oh I like to hear that.

Im leaving now, Winters remarked rising once again

I started to panic at this. I didnt want to be left alone, Youre leaving now?

Your friend Shane will be here soon. Shes cool.

But she doesnt know that I have amnesia, that sounded like a whine even to my ears

Ill tell her. Ill tell them all okay?

I nod at this as she smiled at me and left the room. This is a lot to take in. Looking around the room I spot what looks like a remote and hit the POWER button turning the television on across the room that is mounted in the ceiling.

Nice.

I flipped through the channels until I saw a news channel. CNN. At least that was still around. I watched the news for a few minutes and when I saw my picture, at least it looked like me, sort of. This was a surprise because this was national news.




*Shane*

When I come into the hospital to visit Bette I am waylaid by her Doctor. As I sit in her warm office I stare at her. God this woman is hot. Bettes Doctor I have to remind myself.

So what did you have to tell me Stacey, I ask focusing on the matter at hand

Bette has awoken from her coma.

I smile at this. What great news to get, but wait why would this woman need to tell me this? Unless there was something wrong.

Whats wrong with her?

Amnesia.

I raise an eyebrow at this, Amnesia? How extensive is it?

She thinks its 1987.

Okay thats quite extensive.

1987, I respond with slowly, Really?

Stacey nods her head, She has no memories of the last eighteen years, which is both good and bad.

Yeah, its a blessing she doesnt remember the attack or

The affair, she supplies seemingly reading my mind

Yeah, the affair, I answer

She sighs, That is something that Im sure she wouldnt want to remember either. Ive seen people with memory loss and can tell when they are pretending this isnt it.

Now where did that statement come from?

This happens sometimes when people have amnesia and forget something big, Stacey supplies at my confused look, Family and friends often think they make up the memory loss to try and get out of something.

I see now.

I would never think that, I supply with a shrug, Bette may have done something fucked up but she would own up to it.

She nods, I get that impression. Would you like me to tell the others when they come?

Nah, Ill do it. Thank you Doctor Stacey.

She smiles at me and shakes her head faintly. I get up and leave the office giving her one last look.

Hot!

Walking down the hall I walk the familiar route I have taken these past months. Slowly I reach the right room and peer into the room. I see Bette watching television and cant help but smile. Its excellent to see her awake.

Pushing open the door I enter the room as she turns her attention to me.

Shane right, she asks with a small voice

I nod my head at this, Shane…

Can we not do last names right now, she asks me with a smile, I can barely remember my own name let alone other peoples.

I grin at this. There is some of the Better Porter charm.

Yeah thats cool. Im Shane.

You seem like a cool person Shane.

I sit on the stool next to the bed, So they tell me. What are you doing?

She returns her attention briefly to the TV then back at me, Watching the news.

Anything good on?

I just saw a news report on me, Bette comments matter of factly

Ah *****!

You shouldnt have seen that.

She sighs at this, I needed to know. It was good to know. Sort of. I didnt know that I was attacked that badly. The three months spent in a coma should have given me a clue but she trails off as Im just smiling at her, What, she asks

I shake my head, Nothing. Your attack was horrible. You looked wicked bad when you were brought in.

Wicked bad, she asks with smirk

Yes, I answer with a smile of my own

So Doctor Stacey told you about the memory loss I take it?

She did at that.

Bette nodded her head, Its weird not being able to remember your life.

Im sure it is.

Uh Shane can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Are you a ***** too?

I grin at this, Everyone in our inner circle is actually, except Alice who is bisexual.

She smiles at me and I can tell she is amused on how I used the air quote on bisexual.

Do you not think that this is a good thing, Bette asks with a big smile

I smile in return, Nah its cool. I just like messing with her.

Sounds like it, Bette affirms

So uh… I dont really know what to ask her

Bette, she supplies with a raised eyebrow, I thought I was the one with the memory loss.

Again I smile at this. I never remember her being this funny. Maybe its the memory loss.

I know your name I just dont exactly know what to say.

She was about to say something when the door burst open…

Ha I know…tbc…