My Exs lined up looking concerned when Edward my boss's son barged in. His face went from fear to relief in a few seconds. He sighed with relief as he took my hand and kissed it. My eyes widen when he did that. He looked at me with affection, "Are you ok? Daniel was here with his wife for a routine check-up when you were brought here. He told me that you were covered in blood. I see they did a decent job patching you up. You seem uncomfortable. Are you in pain? Is there something wrong with the bed? Are you hungry? You know they won't let you eat anything for a few hours. Is there anything you like to have?" I nod my head, "Chicken Soup, some toasted baguettes and some hot tea would be nice." He smiled, "You should have something like barley too. I will get some orange juice as well since you hate lemonade."
Marcus interrupted, "You hate lemonade! Who doesn't like lemonade?" I raised my hand stupidly, "Me! If it were possible I would have lasagna and barley tea but chicken soup will do" He gave me a weird look but didn't press on. Edward continued as though he wasn't interrupted, "I will get you a change of clothes. I know what you are wearing right now makes you uncomfortable. Do you want your yummy sushi pajamas or the jailbird pajama or flower print ones?" I blushed red as my ex-husbands laughed out loud. I pursed my lips, "How about you bring me some t-shirts and some loose pants. That would be better." He pressed on, "The plain ones? The quoted ones? or the zebra stripes?" I shook my head, "I can't believe you even remember me telling you about my niece nicknaming me zebra because mom always buys me black and white striped t-shirts." The Exs roared with laughter as I tried to hide under the blanket with embarrassment.
Edward asked me, "When was the last time you went to see her?" I gave me my signature half-smile, "You know very well I have amnesia and I don't where they are today any more than I did thirteen years ago. Those things I told you were from vigorous therapy sessions I had to dig into my brain which was a blank slate." He lowered his head, "You didn't tell me that." My Exs were equally sad and they waited till Edward walked out to talk to me.
Emmett was the first to blurt it out, "You have amnesia! You could have told me, we could have made a lot of good memories to replace the ones you forgot" I waved my hand and Jacob grabbed it. It was like he was saying even waving my hand was something that could induce pain. I smiled at him, "Chill I am out of surgery. So don't be all fussy ok." He grimaced, "Sorry but that is something that will never change." He kissed my fingertips and asked me who was treating me like a queen. Edward walked in and replied, "I am the man that is treating her like a queen because she is my future wife to be" I almost fell off the bed when he said that. Memory serves he is engaged to Catherine Dupree. She is old money and she is his oldest friend. He asked if we could talk in private and they left promising to come back. I made the mistake of saying, "It doesn't matter what I am wearing no snapshots." They looked like they wanted to roll over the floor laughing. As they walked out weirdness settled in.
I reminded him of his future with Cathy and my husband is my work. This information didn't seem to change his expression. I asked him why he came and said those things. He explained, "A few years ago when you were working for MI6 as an investigator you did something selfless. I will never forget it. My father and I were criminals and he was shot and the agents wanted to let him bleed out but you promised that his fate will be the same as yours. I was tied to a pole and made to watch father suffer but you ran to his help. You dug the bullet out of him and cauterized the wound. You had the same blood type as him so you gave him a direct transfusion and when he woke you made sure he was well looked after. When he was taken care of you untied me so I can take care of him. We have met people from all of over the world but you were one of a kind. When Alex came to rescue us she was actually nice to you. Usually she would shoot everyone without a second thought. She told me that your mentor was her only love. You had many opportunities to kill her but you chose not to. The letters you have sent her when she was in the black site convinced her not to kill you." I gave him a feeble nod and he left to get me my clothes. I prayed my sushi pajamas were not in the bag. What I should have done was pray to God that he didn't to bring the zebra ones.