Third Visit

I lean against the window of my room as the Doctor asks me the usual round of questions for today. Yes, I know my name. No, I don't have any of my memories back. No, I no longer have any pain in my head, and Yes, I can name the current president.

Just as he is finishing his questions, a rushed and frantic Alice jolts into my room out of breath. She looks like she just came from the gym. Her T-shirt is a sweaty mess. Her hair is in a ponytail, but running has caused many loose strands to expand in whichever direction the wind has cared to blow them. Her little short skirt looks frazzled. But, despite all these flaws, she looks gorgeous.

Alice then speaks to the Doctor before I have a chance to respond, "Excuse me… but do you think ….it would be alright …if Chris and I… had a moment alone." She says as she recovers her breath.

"Sure, why not? We were just about done here anyway." The Doctor then walks out of the room, locking the door from our side and closing the door behind him to afford us some privacy.

I immediately apologize to Alice and try to make amends to her.

"Alice, I fucked up. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"No, Christopher, you have nothing to apologize for. I am the one to blame."

Christopher? Is that what she calls me? Why do I kind of like hearing that from her?

"I was the one driving. I should have been more careful. And even after I caused this mess, it was me who expected too much of you too soon after you woke up. As hard as it is to say, It wasn't fair for me to expect that you would wake up and remember me nor our relationship."

Now that I am fully functioning, I take Alice by her sweaty hand and lead her to sit next to me on my bed. This time it is I who position my body unreasonably close to hers. She looks at the ground before speaking again.

"I know this is still new for you and probably difficult, but I … I still have feelings for you, Christopher. I don't care if you remember me or not." She then takes my hands in hers and looks me in the eyes.

"I still want to be with you. Even If you remember nothing, I can't stop myself from caring about you."

I'm unable to contain myself. I don't think any man could resist such a genuine display of affection. I want to match her feelings for me. I want to tell her how, despite not remembering anything, I am still incredibly attracted to her.

But before I speak, she wraps her arms around my neck and moves her head towards mine with lightning speed and precision. The moment her lips land on mine, my eyes shut, and my mind goes blank. My universe feels frozen. At that moment, I feel as though I am in a state of bliss. Suddenly, a flood of emotions, thoughts, and feelings come pouring into my mind.

Birthdays, holidays, and boring school days alike are recollected all at once and force-fed into my brain. Experiences with family and my love for Alice are all revived at the same time. All at that moment, all with that kiss, my memories return.

While unable to process the immense amount of input, I feel a few tears running down my face. I'm not sad, just overloaded. As I open my eyes, I find my focus darting to different sections of the room. Ultimately, I bring my attention to directly in front of me and find Alice just a few inches from my face. She is staring straight into my eyes while holding my face with her hands.

"Christopher! Are you alright?"

"Alice?" I respond with a shortened breath.

I start to smile at her as our eyes meet. I feel anew, and she can tell something has changed.

"Alice, It's … It's me. I'm back. I remember… I remember everything."

She covers her mouth and gasps in shock.

Alice starts to cry too. We embrace each other like I would expect long lost lovers do. After some time, we can look into each other's eyes without tears from either one of us. I'm relieved but feel the need to prove myself and my memory to her. I need to share a memory with her and quick! What about the graduation party? That should work. I bring up the party we attended together, the night of the accident, and point out specific details that only she and I would notice together. Before I exhaust the list of things I recall from the evening, she brings her finger to my lips.

"It's alright. You don't need to prove yourself to me. I can tell just by the look on your face that you remember. You are, without a doubt, the Christopher I've known dated the last two years."

"Good," I say with a chuckle, "I really didn't feel like talking about that party anyway.".

We then lay back on my hospital bed and relax. Before I know it, Alice mounts me and immediately resumes kissing me. In the middle of the kiss, I recall what I really wanted to say before the car accident, the few words that cannot be delayed a moment longer. I stop kissing her, give her a gentle nudge, and wait for her reaction.

"What's the matter?" She asks with a concerned look on her face.

"Have you not fully recovered yet?" She continues as she reaches for my crotch, apparently trying to examine my sexual fitness.

"No! I'm perfectly healthy there. I am sure of it!" I say with a laugh loud enough to be heard by anyone outside my room.

She looks at me again, confused, and concerned for my wellbeing. Her reaction is fair. It's not common for me to reject a kiss from her. Before she can ask me again what is wrong, I take the lead in the conversation.

"Alice, I should have told you this a long time ago, but I love you, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life."

"Ohh, Christopher!" She yells as she presses her body against mine again and gives me a long sensual kiss.

"I love you too! Today you have made me the happiest girl in the world!" After we share a moment in each other's embrace, Alice sits up straight and places her hips over my crotch. She uses both hands to free her hair from her ponytail before fluffing up her hair. We then undress each other and commit an act of both love and indecency in my hospital room.