Fic: "Forgetting To Remember" pt 3/?
This is just an "in between" piece...not much going on...just bridging gaps. I just didn't want the chapters to start being so very very long, so I chopped my chapter 3 into two different chapters.
note: bouncing on the bed IS fun...doesn't matter who you are -^_^-
Title: Forgetting To Remember
Chapter title: Interim
Rating: Still only PG (for now...mwahahahaa O_o)
Disclaimer: Not mine...only story idea...cause I can't stop torturing glitchie...I am sorry
Summary: The surgery was a succes, but upon waking they discover that Glitch has accquired a nice big case of amnesia. What will the others do to help him, and how will things change if it turns out that the memory loss may be permanant?
lemme know...love it? hate it? wish it were taken out to the street and shot? your reviews can only make it better!
http://community.livejournal.com/glitch_wyatt/257363.html --chapter 1 - 'hard words to swallow"
http://community.livejournal.com/glitch_wyatt/266627.html --chapter 2 - 'empty'
Chapter 3: Interim
The following days after the visits were fraught with obstacle after obstacle. The biggest of which was getting Ambrose to stop overreacting when he couldn’t remember something asked in his therapy sessions.
These outbursts happened more and more rarely over the course of a few days, but it had set the nurses and the doctor all on edge.
Luckily the medicine he had taken that first day made him drift off into a rather uneasy sleep after the visits, and before they all caught sight of his small break down. He figured if they had, he’d be on even more medications.
Ambrose sighed softy, watching his toes skim the cold floor of his room as he swung his feet back and forth. He was so very tired of just lying around during the time in between his sessions.
His first week was the worst…at least that’s what he thought. Through that first week his body was getting used to the medications he was being practically force-fed, he was fighting back an overwhelming urge to scream every time he tried to scrabble at the edge of a fleeting memory or every time he felt that odd sense the doctors called “de ja vu,” he wasn’t allowed anymore visitors aside from the nurses and the doctor (he figured after a good few days of no visitors again that the doctor had seen his collapse), and he found himself fighting off a near stifling boredom.
But that was all about to change.
He bounced gently on the edge of his bed then, casting a glance around him, practically threw himself back into a full bed-bounce that made the bed’s frame to clatter and clank noisily. He did it again and laughed to himself, feeling immature but happy. He knew the doctor would disapprove, but he got barely any exercise and his head had stopped throbbing when he moved too sharply.
And the bed was so soft and bouncy (he assumed) for a hospital bed.
The silence that followed was comfortable and Ambrose settled back against his pillows and watched the clock on the far wall.
He’d be here shortly.
After what seemed like mere moments, there was a soft knock at the door and it swung open for the young doctor who had been practically babysitting him for the last week and a half.
“How are we feeling today?” He smiled brightly and pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat.
“I’ll be even better when I get a change of scenery.” Ambrose replied as he sat up straighter, adjusting the pillows to support him. “I’m going stir crazy with nothing to do.”
“What about all those puzzle books we gave you?”
“Finished’em, like, that night.”
“Hmm.” The doctor scrabbled something on his clipboard. “And the math workbooks?”
“Done.” Another scribble. Ambrose leaned forward lightly biting his lip as he craned to see what the doctor was writing without being too obvious, but a sheet of paper fluttered back over his notes as the doctor sat up and smiled brightly up at Ambrose.
“Your cognitive skills and abilities are still quite astounding.” He shuffled through the papers again and looked back up. “And your retention of new information is also a very good sign.”
“So…that means I get to leave soon?” The excitement in his voice was barely contained.
“Not necessarily.” Ambrose’s face fell and the doctor laughed causing the frown on Ambrose’s face to deepen and his cheeks color. “No, no, don’t be like that.” He waved his hand as that would wave away Ambrose’s anger. “We need to take things in levels. You will get a change of scenery, but in the form of a more,” he seemed to search for a word as he indicated the room around him. “er…hospitable room in one of the upper rooms of the palace.”
PALACE!? His mind screamed and he had to beat back the sudden impulse to cheer joyfully. He had been told that’s where they were, but the sudden knowledge he’d get to actually see it for himself made him so happy and relieved he just wanted to explode. He was hoping he’d actually get to see things that might jog his memory…
The doctor didn’t seem to even register Ambrose’s glee. “It will be of course monitored and treated like another sick room, just until you are well enough to move back into your own private quarters. My own private quarters…Ambrose’s heart fluttered. “They should be ready with your new room within the week. They’re having to install the monitoring equipment so we don’t have to make useless trips down here everyday.”
Ambrose let the idea that he’d be in this sterile and all too familiar room for another couple of days sink in. He wanted to get out…he wanted to explore…he wanted some color on the damn walls…Maybe some green or blue…he had been quite taken with those colors when he had been shown large swatches of them during one of his sessions. It had saddened him when he realized he didn’t know their names.
“Until then, we’re going to allow visitors again. They’ve been watching your progress and we’ve been keeping them up to date on-“ but what he was saying was drown out by the heart beats that suddenly sprang to life in Ambrose’s ears. The last visit hadn’t gone that well, but he couldn’t stop thinking about those people that came to visit him. He had not mentioned them since they left and the doctors and nurses never brought them up.
Perhaps they understood that not remembering someone you loved and who loved you hurt more than anything that could be done to a person short of killing them…and he was almost sure he’d take the being killed than enduring not knowing them anymore.
“So I get to see them again!?” Ambrose nearly shouted, cutting straight through something the doctor was rambling on about. He eyed his patient dubiously, looking for some sign of discomfort or agitation-but there was only childlike curiously and delight.
He nodded with a smile. “If you still feel up for it, they’ll be allowed visits around lunch time.”
Ambrose could barely contain himself.
He’d get to finally meet his friends.
End chapter 3…aka…part 2.5…but we’re just gonna call it chapter 3. That cool?
What on earth could happen next?!!! Will Glitch remember anything? Will these visits go smoother? Will Cain speak? Will our Ambrose choose that name or his nickname? Is DG planning something? Is Cain STILL gonna brood?(uh…duh)
Find out the answers to these and other questions in the next chapter…cause I’m writing it now…yarr!
-bryn
note: bouncing on the bed IS fun...doesn't matter who you are -^_^-
Title: Forgetting To Remember
Chapter title: Interim
Rating: Still only PG (for now...mwahahahaa O_o)
Disclaimer: Not mine...only story idea...cause I can't stop torturing glitchie...I am sorry
Summary: The surgery was a succes, but upon waking they discover that Glitch has accquired a nice big case of amnesia. What will the others do to help him, and how will things change if it turns out that the memory loss may be permanant?
lemme know...love it? hate it? wish it were taken out to the street and shot? your reviews can only make it better!
http://community.livejournal.com/glitch_wyatt/257363.html --chapter 1 - 'hard words to swallow"
http://community.livejournal.com/glitch_wyatt/266627.html --chapter 2 - 'empty'
Chapter 3: Interim
The following days after the visits were fraught with obstacle after obstacle. The biggest of which was getting Ambrose to stop overreacting when he couldn’t remember something asked in his therapy sessions.
These outbursts happened more and more rarely over the course of a few days, but it had set the nurses and the doctor all on edge.
Luckily the medicine he had taken that first day made him drift off into a rather uneasy sleep after the visits, and before they all caught sight of his small break down. He figured if they had, he’d be on even more medications.
Ambrose sighed softy, watching his toes skim the cold floor of his room as he swung his feet back and forth. He was so very tired of just lying around during the time in between his sessions.
His first week was the worst…at least that’s what he thought. Through that first week his body was getting used to the medications he was being practically force-fed, he was fighting back an overwhelming urge to scream every time he tried to scrabble at the edge of a fleeting memory or every time he felt that odd sense the doctors called “de ja vu,” he wasn’t allowed anymore visitors aside from the nurses and the doctor (he figured after a good few days of no visitors again that the doctor had seen his collapse), and he found himself fighting off a near stifling boredom.
But that was all about to change.
He bounced gently on the edge of his bed then, casting a glance around him, practically threw himself back into a full bed-bounce that made the bed’s frame to clatter and clank noisily. He did it again and laughed to himself, feeling immature but happy. He knew the doctor would disapprove, but he got barely any exercise and his head had stopped throbbing when he moved too sharply.
And the bed was so soft and bouncy (he assumed) for a hospital bed.
The silence that followed was comfortable and Ambrose settled back against his pillows and watched the clock on the far wall.
He’d be here shortly.
After what seemed like mere moments, there was a soft knock at the door and it swung open for the young doctor who had been practically babysitting him for the last week and a half.
“How are we feeling today?” He smiled brightly and pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat.
“I’ll be even better when I get a change of scenery.” Ambrose replied as he sat up straighter, adjusting the pillows to support him. “I’m going stir crazy with nothing to do.”
“What about all those puzzle books we gave you?”
“Finished’em, like, that night.”
“Hmm.” The doctor scrabbled something on his clipboard. “And the math workbooks?”
“Done.” Another scribble. Ambrose leaned forward lightly biting his lip as he craned to see what the doctor was writing without being too obvious, but a sheet of paper fluttered back over his notes as the doctor sat up and smiled brightly up at Ambrose.
“Your cognitive skills and abilities are still quite astounding.” He shuffled through the papers again and looked back up. “And your retention of new information is also a very good sign.”
“So…that means I get to leave soon?” The excitement in his voice was barely contained.
“Not necessarily.” Ambrose’s face fell and the doctor laughed causing the frown on Ambrose’s face to deepen and his cheeks color. “No, no, don’t be like that.” He waved his hand as that would wave away Ambrose’s anger. “We need to take things in levels. You will get a change of scenery, but in the form of a more,” he seemed to search for a word as he indicated the room around him. “er…hospitable room in one of the upper rooms of the palace.”
PALACE!? His mind screamed and he had to beat back the sudden impulse to cheer joyfully. He had been told that’s where they were, but the sudden knowledge he’d get to actually see it for himself made him so happy and relieved he just wanted to explode. He was hoping he’d actually get to see things that might jog his memory…
The doctor didn’t seem to even register Ambrose’s glee. “It will be of course monitored and treated like another sick room, just until you are well enough to move back into your own private quarters. My own private quarters…Ambrose’s heart fluttered. “They should be ready with your new room within the week. They’re having to install the monitoring equipment so we don’t have to make useless trips down here everyday.”
Ambrose let the idea that he’d be in this sterile and all too familiar room for another couple of days sink in. He wanted to get out…he wanted to explore…he wanted some color on the damn walls…Maybe some green or blue…he had been quite taken with those colors when he had been shown large swatches of them during one of his sessions. It had saddened him when he realized he didn’t know their names.
“Until then, we’re going to allow visitors again. They’ve been watching your progress and we’ve been keeping them up to date on-“ but what he was saying was drown out by the heart beats that suddenly sprang to life in Ambrose’s ears. The last visit hadn’t gone that well, but he couldn’t stop thinking about those people that came to visit him. He had not mentioned them since they left and the doctors and nurses never brought them up.
Perhaps they understood that not remembering someone you loved and who loved you hurt more than anything that could be done to a person short of killing them…and he was almost sure he’d take the being killed than enduring not knowing them anymore.
“So I get to see them again!?” Ambrose nearly shouted, cutting straight through something the doctor was rambling on about. He eyed his patient dubiously, looking for some sign of discomfort or agitation-but there was only childlike curiously and delight.
He nodded with a smile. “If you still feel up for it, they’ll be allowed visits around lunch time.”
Ambrose could barely contain himself.
He’d get to finally meet his friends.
End chapter 3…aka…part 2.5…but we’re just gonna call it chapter 3. That cool?
What on earth could happen next?!!! Will Glitch remember anything? Will these visits go smoother? Will Cain speak? Will our Ambrose choose that name or his nickname? Is DG planning something? Is Cain STILL gonna brood?(uh…duh)
Find out the answers to these and other questions in the next chapter…cause I’m writing it now…yarr!
-bryn