Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 84

Bethany POV

I could hear the television going and wondered if I had left it on or if I had fallen asleep in front of it, but for my life, I could not remember much at all. My head was sloshing around like it was made of water, and I had yet to open my eyes. I heard some cheering, so I must have fallen asleep in front of the television, but on a game day? Surely not.

The music sounded, and the names of my team started to play. Then, the smell of pies hit my nose, making my mouth water. I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was strangers, but it was not right; I was having trouble thinking.

I demanded to know where my pie was. Did I get one too? When the face of a man I thought I should know came into view and put a pie in my hand, I took a bite, as my gaze went back to the game and some team that was odds on not making the finals series was skating on the ice. I had no idea why I was there. It did not look like a hospital room; the television was on loud, and banners and scarves were hanging around like they had been done up just for sports day. I asked where I was, and memories started to flow, so I wondered how the team got into the semi-finals. My throat was dry, and I sounded deep and husky. The man came with a glass of water, and I took it gratefully, but his name was still not coming to me.

Finally, I pieced together who Robson was and Dad. How could I forget my loving father? He may have had a rough time with Mum and was not always there when I needed him, but he had always been my go-to for sports and our time together. Part of why I started watching sports was be with my Dad and away from others. My brother, oh, I have a brother, and his wife is pregnant; I must catch up with him. I bet he is confused with both divorces, Dad's and mine. Mine? I have gotten a divorce. Who did I marry?

I got another pie and talked to Dad and Robson a bit, still waiting to replace out who the other two men were. They were familiar, and that was it. Dad hugged me, and so did Robson; more and more were coming back, but there was a big gap; as a doctor, I understand it, but it did not make a living. Stop reading the wrong and incomplete storyline, Narugi.com has the correct and complete book. It takes work. The other man came and hugged me. He said he was my doctor, but I felt there was more to it, and then it hit me. 'Hank?' That was the man's name, Hank. Kitty, his wife, and he had other daughters, but their names would not come to

me.

The last man came to give me a hug. Everyone was watching me, so I knew this was important. When he pulled back from the hug, I could see the hope in his eyes before it faded. He sat beside me on the chair, his hand laced in mine. Something told me he was mine, but I still did not know his name.

We watched the game, and I had a drink. I was so thirsty, and my head ached; I felt so drained and tired, but why was I so tired now if I had been sleeping for so long? I went to move my left arm because the right one was still attached to the man, and I did not want to let go for some reason and nearly hit my head with a cast. I have my arm in a bright blue cast.

What else was wrong? I went to sit more comfortably, and a pain hit my side.

'Ouch.' I grumbled softly, but it must have been louder than I had intended because four men suddenly stared at me with worry etched on their faces.

'Hank, you are my doctor; what damage has been done? Dad said there was a vehicle accident, but not all the details. I guess I have to start getting the brain to work. Hank proceeded to tell me all the injuries I had sustained, and I was shocked. I have no memory of the accident at all. Well, sometimes, the victim never gets those memories back, and others get them back quickly. There is no knowing when the brain releases memories or how many are gone. I did not miss the mention of possible brain damage, but so far, I am responding better than he had hoped, and my Dad won the bet.

'What bet?' I was trying to understand why they would bet on me and when I woke up.

'Hank stopped the meds that kept you asleep. We knew you would wake up soon, and we were betting what sound would wake you, and I won!'

'What have you played before this one?' I giggled as they explained what had happened and the bet, and that was when I got to know his name, Theo, but it still did not jog any memory. I tried to tell myself not to panic. It would come to me. I am obviously important to him. He has been very attentive, and I can see how much he cares in his eyes. I need to remember that it is important.

'Don't overstress yourself, my dear, the brain is a tricky thing, and it works on its own time; nothing you can do will speed it up; relax and enjoy what you do remember, and the rest will come. Hank said as if he could see I was stressing out.

The game was full of shots on goal, and the skaters were in fine form, hitting each other up against the glass. If I were behind the glass at those moments, I would have been screaming and my lungs out. This was a very close game, and I could see why the team I had not picked to be in the semi-finals was there. They have improved a lot. The hunger to win is obvious.

When the game was over, I kept nodding off, trying to stay away. I wanted to talk and replace out what had happened, but Hank made it clear no one was going to give me any more information today.

Hank gave me the once-over. My vitals were jotted down on the chart, and he hugged me and promised to be back tomorrow. Robson said good night and left, too, leaving me with Dad and Theo.

'It is good to see you back. I will catch up more tomorrow; go to sleep. You will feel better for it. He kissed my cheek, turned to hug Theo, and left. Now, it was just me and Theo, and I got the impression he had not left me much at all since I came here. 'Why the lab, Theo?' He turned to look at me, hope again in his eyes, but he did not see what he was looking for, and they dimmed again.

'We felt this was the best place to take you; Robson and I could look after you, and Dad would come by each day and check on you; he is the trauma specialist, not Robson or me, when it comes to head injuries. This room is quiet, and no one comes in unless Dad approves it. Dad, so Hank is his Dad. It was as if something else clicked into place, and it was a good feeling, though I still was not sure about us. Were we girlfriend/boyfriend? Or was he my ex who was mentioned? I need clarification and need help to think straight.

I was curious to know if he said or did anything. I closed my eyes as I watched Dad leave, oblivious to everything.