#phff-remember

After a week of being confined in the hospital, I finally had the signature from my doctor on my discharge papers.  A week.  Seven days.  And I was on my way home for the first time..

The good thing was that Harry visited me every day, going through the necessary details of his life and duties, and included the responsibilities that my Duchess title held.. He spoke of where we lived.. how we lived.

My parents also visited me, which I was grateful for since they were always ready to answer my questions about who I was. I discovered that I have an older brother and a younger sister. They told me a little about our family. But for now it was this, the doctor recommended that I only receive visits from my parents and Harry.

I learned that my family and the family of Harry wanted to visit me, but without the doctor's permission, they could not see me.

"You ready?" Harry walked out of the bathroom after rummaging around the bathroom to check on my belongings.

"Yes, I think I got everything." I gave him a nervous smile.  There was nothing that I wanted more--besides finding my memory--than to leave this hospital, but I was afraid to finally live my unfamiliar life. I knew that Harry was making sure I did not suffer too many high emotions, that we should be easy on the information, but I still did not feel confident.

"Belle..." Harry comes up to me and hold my face gently. "It'll be okay, we will come home with ease." Harry convinced his father that it was not the best time for me to have contact with the press before, so we would make a strategic departure from the hospital; Harry had reassured me the plan would work.

"Okay."

                                                 --- Harry was right.  The plan had worked and we were able to avoid the press.  In minutes time, we had arrived at home.

Well, calling it home was kind of weird. Kensington Palace was too majestic to call home.

Harry explained that we would have an apartment within the palace, an apartment that I was standing in front of the entrance door while Harry waited patiently until Ifound the courage to enter.

"It's okay, honey. It's just the two of us..."

"I know... It's, it's weird, I lived here, but do not remember anything..." I say nervously.

"Look, I'll help you." I looked at him blankly until he approached me and grabbed one of my hands and led me inside.

Upon reaching the lobby I was already amazed with the beauty of it, just like the rest of the place that was richly decorated. Harry took me to a living room that was near the entrance hall, instantly noticing two people that I did not know sitting on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked them.

"Sorry Harry, I know you warned us, but I could not help myself." The woman said as she took the few steps to approach us, the man following behind. "Hi , my name is Kate." She said amiably, holding out a hand for me to shake.  I offered a quick handshake as the tall man spoke.

"Hi, I'm William, Harry's brother..." .

"Hi." I speak awkwardly, not being able to contain my discomfort; I was definitely not expecting to see them so soon.  Harry had already told me about Will and Kate.. Not just about who they were, but about their distinct features and characteristics.  It made seeing them in the flesh for the first time just too weird.

"Do not look at me, is not my fault." William defended after Harry gave him a hard stare.

"It's my fault, I needed to make sure that Belle was okay. But to compensate, I made ​​the dinner." Kate smiles.

"Dinner?" Harry asks, hopeful.

"Yes, a pasta dish, my specialty... Well, I've served the table, so if you are hungry..." Kate speaks gently.

"Oh, that sounds good. You want to eat?" Harry asked, looking at me.

"Oh, yes... It was a full day, and hospital food was not very good." I reply, making Kate smile even more.

"Oh! You will love my pasta." She says while entwining her arm through mine and pulls me into a large dining room.

Kate was right, the dinner was wonderful. Well, at least the food was good, because I did not feel at ease there, despite the three of them talking about the last fewdays.  It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the constant chitchat; I had nothing to offer up in conversation.  But I couldn't help but feel like a complete stranger.

"So since I made dinner.... " Kate says when everyone finished eating, eyeing us expectantly.

"Oh, Wills, why did you have to find someone so bossy?" Harry exclaimed. "But fair enough.. this time we take care of the dishes."

"Oh thank you Harry, you will finally do something." Kate says jokingly. " Belle, would you like me to show you to your room?"

"Hmm... Okay."

Kate led me inside that house until we reached a large and very beautiful room.

"While you were out, I packed everything, so... This is your room." She says excitedly.

"You mean... Only mine?" I wonder a little embarrassed.  Sure, I liked Harry's presence and of course married couples slept in the same bed.. But, I was still highly uncomfortable with that idea.

"Well... Yes, it will be better if you stay here, I think you'll be more comfortable, but if you do not want that then that's alright... Harry will be happy to share the room with you."

"Oh no, no. It's okay, do not get me wrong, but I like that I have a room to myself." I smile a little .

"Oh, okay, I understand. Well, there's something I want to show you." She goes into what appeared to be a dressing room and comes out with an album in hand. "I thought maybe you'd like to see some things from the past..."

"Yeah, sure, I'd love to." I reply. We sit on the bed, and then Kate starts flipping through the album. The first pictures were pictures of me and Harry small pictures with our parents, photos of our childhood...

"She is very beautiful." I whisper at a picture of Harry with his mother.

"Yeah, she was... Harry told about her?"

"Yes, he did... And I feel sorry for him, he seems to still feel her loss."

"Yeah, they both do. It's complicated..." Kate replied while flipping through to another page.

The album featured the stages of my life with Harry, making me feel disappointed because I still could not find a single memory of when the picture was taken, nor of anything else.. I had hopes that seeing these pictures could help me, but... That did not happen.

"Oh, look at that, the day that you guys met at the polo game." Kate points to the picture that Harry and I were smiling, seemingly happy.  I couldn't deny the treasure of that photo.

"You know something about that day?" I ask.

"Well... I know it was in early 2004 ... And that after you met you became instant friends... But, I think you better ask Harry." She smiles.

"Okay." I nod gently.

"Look, Belle, Harry loves you, I know this all seems to be very difficult and uncomfortable, but he really is giving it his best to make you feel good. So do not be afraid, I know sometimes that life seems to be a little crazy, but... Harry is worth it, and maybe one day you can rediscover it." She speaks quietly.  I stared at her with no reaction.  Of course I knew Harry was a good person, but I could not see much besides him being a friend at the moment, and with her talking like that...

"Hey Girls." Harry appeared in the doorway, grinning at the sight of us, interrupting my thoughts.

"I see that Kate is already tormenting you, Belle." William says laughing.

"I try my best." Kate says jokingly.

"We better go," Will looked to his wife then me "... Belle, take care, and anything you need, just call." William gives me a warm hug.

"Yeah, we'll be happy to help." Kate gives me another hug.

"I'll take you guys to the door." Harry says as the couple left the room.  But before following after them, he turned towards where I was still seated on the bed and smiles warmly. And that was that.  Home.  Welcome to your life, Belle.  Seems like there is much yet to discover....

I'm sorry for the delay, but some things have happened that have left me write :/ but now everything is fine. I'm so excited, now begins the part that I like the story, yayy :D

What do you guys think of the chapter?

I open my eyes calmly, knowing where I was this time. but still clueless as to who I am.  I had been so nervous with all the questioning that the doctor had ordered the redhead boy to leave the room, and shortly thereafter injected some medicine that only made ​​me wake up now.

My head no longer hurt as much, my body still had some numbness, but overall I felt a little better.

"Oh, Ms.. You're awake." A brunette woman dressed in white says upon entering the room."I'm..um, I'm your nurse. The lady would like to bathe?" She continues, she seemed a little nervous, but why?

"Yes, but... I would like to know some things." I answered while carefully cuddling up in bed.

"I... I understand, but I cannot tell much to the Lady."

"Why?"

"Well.. Since it is not good for your status to be nervous, you will be given the news calmly." She was right, I had not reacted well with insistent questions before.

"You can tell me who I am?" I wonder, hopeful for her to be allowed to give me this kind of information.

"Yes, I can. You are the Du..." she paused, her eyes wide. "Oh..um, your name is Isabelle Von Ziegesar. I really wish I could answer your questions, but I think it will be better if I continue to check your vitals quietly, ok?" I nod, I could do nothing, I could not force her to talk.

Calmly, because of the soreness of my body and broken leg, she helped me get to the bathroom, but before she help me bath she left me alone for a few moments to get some towels, and it was then that I was able to see myself for the first time.

I was thin and blonde. Large circles were formed above my eyes. A bandage covered a small part of my forehead. My eyes were blue, but lacked any luster. My appearance was awful.

"Do not worry, with a bathroom the lady will feel better." the nurse speaks as if she guessed my thoughts.

              ---

I hear a light knock on the door before the redhead entered.

"Hi," He walks over to my bed where I lay comfortably.

"Hi," I reply softly.

"Is everything okay? Are you feeling any pain?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm not feeling anything..." He looks at me for a few seconds, stopping only when convinced of my words. "You could answer me some questions? Because people here seem to not be able to answer many things..."

"Sure, but you have to promise me to stay calm, I can tell you everything you want, but we have to take it easy, many emotions are not good for your state..." He says as he sits in the chair that is placed next to me.

"Okay...Do I have a family?" He nods in reply. "So why are they not here?"

"They are here, but the doctor recommended that we go easy on the visits... So for now it's just me."

"You're part of my family?" I was afraid to ask about him.  I knew his name was Harry because he had spoken the day before, but I was afraid to really know who he was.

"Well... We can say that." He speaks after thinking a bit. He seemed to take great care with his answers, which made me more nervous and uncertain.

"How old am I?"

"You're 27."

"And what do I do?"

"Well... You work with my family..." he replies after thinking for a few seconds.

"What.. Like, you're mine?" I decided to finally ask, knowing in about an hour I would have to know.  No point in postponing it any further.

"Well... " He studied me for several moments. "I'm your husband."  What?! How?! I never imagined that he was my husband.  "Husband?!" I wonder in undisguised astonishment.

"Yes, husband." He agrees.

"How long?"

"Almost a year." I was shocked, I actually had a life before, a family, a marriage, responsibilities... That was... Too much information.

Silence had fallen upon us, neither one of us uttering a word as we searched the other for...guidance.  The moment was broken by the entrance of the doctor.

"Hello... I see you are better today..." I gave a small smile in return. "I just got your exam results."

"And how is she?" Harry asked.

"There is no brain damage despite the heavy blow that caused the amnesia. But I recommend you to stay a few more days because of leg injury."

"But her memory? Not coming back?" Harry asked, concern laced in his voice.

"Well... It is difficult to predict, each case is different.  The important thing is to introduce yourself back to your life as ever before, perhaps in a family environment it'll help get your memories back."

"Okay, we'll take care of it." Harry agreed,

"Okay. That was it. I better leave the lady to rest, then..." The doctor said before nodding in goodbye and leaving the room.

"I think that was the cue for me to go, too..." Harry said, laughing a little. "Bye Belle." He approached me slowly and I briefly became nervous about what he would do.  After all, he was my husband and we had a relationship before, a relationship that I do not remember...  But he just placed a light kiss on my forehead, calming my inner thoughts.

Pain. It was all I felt. A horrible tingling throughout the body, throat discomfort, pressure in the head... Everything hurt.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was in vain, I could only make them flutter. Then I felt a slight tightening in my hand, and that was the only hurt that was comforting.

 After a few attempts, I managed to open my eyes, but soon quickly closed the bright light that nearly blinded me in that environment. I was afraid to open again and have that strong light hurt my eyes, but I needed to figure out where I was.

After a few seconds I could focus my vision and distinguish the images.

A room. A room surrounded by white things. An insistent beep seemed to be something that was connected to my body. It was then that I had the vision of two people who looked at me eagerly.

One looked to be about 50 years old, his hair was gray and he was dressed in white. The other held my hand, he was certainly responsible for the touch I felt in my hand, this figure had the auburn hair and certainly had less than 30 years of age.

I tried to speak, but something was preventing me from doing such a simple action, it was then that Mr. White commented.

"Oh, do not try to talk, I will first take your respirator and you can try again." He approached me, the boy who held my hand pulled back slightly so that the other could check devices that were connected to my body. In a few moments he pulled out a tube that was in my throat, at first it being uncomfortable, but it passed.

"It's okay honey, you can try now," the redhead boy encouraged me.

"What happened?" I asked slowly, huskily from the pipe that had been recently removed.

"The lady suffered a car accident four weeks ago, and was in a coma ever since. You are in the Hospital of St. Mary." The doctor makes a small pause. An accident? I could not remember anything, I... I do not remember how I managed to get here, or who I was, there was only white thoughts in my mind. "I can ask a few questions?" I nod my head slightly. "Okay... Can you tell me your name?" I am silent, I could not remember, I... I did not know.

"What 's going on here, Doctor?" The younger boy asked the question, frightened. "Honey, you remember your name, right?" He grabs my hands making me look at him. The boy looked at me intently, but... Nothing. I could not remember anything. "Do you remember me? Harry,  remember?" I was getting scared and more confused with his adamant questions... The pain in my head was getting worse.