I look from the cute boy who I had apperently kissed on a whim and my mother, both of whom have very worried looks on thier faces. The doctor and a few nurses enter shortly.

“So, Faith? Do you hurt anywhere?” He asks as he walks over to me.

“Yes. My head and my right side if I breathe sharply.” I respond sitting up.

“Okay, then lets have a look at your head shall we?” He says as he motions to the nurses to help me to the x-ray room.

The x-rays aren’t scary, but I have the urge to walk the machine as it twirls around my head. Which is impossible to do without moving your head and messing up the x-ray.
They take me back to my room and we wait for the results. A while later, the doctor returned with the x-rays.

“Seems, Faith here has selective amenisa. She did hit her head pretty hard. I’m pretty sure if you can find something strong enough, it should jog her memory.” With that he walks out of the room.

Bernard walks over to my bed. “I have just the thing.” He says as he kisses me passionatly.