Forgotten, Ch 1
Forgotten, Ch 2
Co-written with @janetm74 (really, my contribution is humblest!)
"Please, take your medicine, Mr. Edwards."
Cobalt eyes shifted to look up at the nurse - hesitancy and a hint of defiance there. He was having vicious nightmares again, but couldn't remember the gist when he woke up. So he refused to take daily medication. Which, in turn, upped the somewhat reined in melancholy all the way back to bottomless depression. He was lonely, confused and now, thanks to the nightmares, also scared of things he couldn't remember. The man was admitted to their hospital by an anonymous Good Samaritan whom nobody could remember, it being a busy shift. Young, tall, extremely fit, dressed simply, but the way that telegraphed wealth, and completely amnesiac. He couldn't produce a name or identify the day of the week.
No ID or cards on his person, but there was a tattered photograph in his shirt pocket, over the heart, of a young woman with a mane of auburn curls and a brilliant dimpled smile. The back of the pic was inscribed "Love, Lucy Edwards". The picture was old enough to rule out a wife, a sister, or a girlfriend, and there was an unmistakable familiar resemblance of the blue eyes and the dimples, so they infirred it was, likely, a mother. Their patient couldn't confirm one way or another. His file then changed the reference from "John Doe" to "John Edwards". The chief of psychiatry suggested the name might trigger a memory or a response. But so far - nothing. Only the nightmares and a sea of sadness in the wakeful hours.
