Marguerite had a long night, hell, she could hardly remember how it all went down.
When she woke up the next morning, she found herself on the cold, hard floor of her room. No one seemed to give a damn.
She hauled herself up feeling sore all over. After she washed up quickly, she hopped on the bus to the hospital without breakfast.
Now, all she had left was her grandma.
Even though her grandma couldn’t remember her anymore, she believed it was just temporary.
They had so many great times together, so she was sure that her grandma would remember everything one day.
Laverne was still sleeping when Marguerite arrived at the hospital.
She was planning on handling the discharge procedures first, but as soon as she stepped out of the ward, Steven’s assistant, Janie, approached her and said, “Ms. Lockwood, Steven needs you in his office. He said he has something to tell you.”
Marguerite paused for a second. Thinking about her grandma’s memory loss, she figured she did need to visit Steven.
So she asked the security guy at the door to handle her grandma’s discharge, then followed Janie into Steven’s office.
Steven had just started his shift and wasn’t in his scrubs yet. He was just wearing his olive drab uniform and sorting through files on his desk, his hair obviously well–groomed. Seeing Marguerite in, a trace of warmth appeared on his cold face. “Have a seat. All your grandma’s medical records are laid out here.” He said.
Marguerite took the files, her eyes locked on Steven,“Steven, my grandma has lost her memory. Does she have Alzheimer’s?”
Steven’s pen suddenly stopped in its tracks. He looked surprised, “She lost her memory?”
Marguerite’s lips were pursed white, “Yes.”
“Hold on,” Steven said with his brow furrowed. He logged into the hospital’s online system and quickly pulled up all of Laverne’s previous medical reports.
His eyes shining, he deftly turned the computer screen towards Marguerite with his slender fingers.
Marguerite glanced at the images on the screen, but the complex images were beyond her.
Seeing this, Steven quickly explained, “This is the brain CT scan I did for your grandma two days ago and she was in good condition. There’s no way she could have Alzheimer’s.”
“But she’s lost her memory now! She really has! She’s forgotten me! How do you explain that?” Marguerite couldn’t hide her agitation.
Steven batted his eyelids, and his narrow eyes were staring somewhere in the air as if in thought.
He caressed the tip of his nose with his index finger, which was slightly bent, and then returned his gaze to Marguerite.
“You said she lost her memory, so what exactly are the symptoms? Did she forget everything, or just some people and things?”
Marguerite felt heartbroken thinking about it; she sniffed, her voice filled with loss, “She remembers everyone and everything, except for me.”
“She forgot about you? What about the things you guys did together, does she remember those?”
Marguerite shook her head, “No.she forgets everything as long as they are related to me. I mean everything.”
Yesterday, Marguerite was devastated when she found out about her grandma’s memory loss. she repeatedly told her grandma about the good old times they had together.
Her first day of school, first award, first scholarship, and the first perfume she made.
Even though these things might seem trivial, they were things her grandma was proud of and shared with the neighbors.
How could she forget things she often talked about?
It felt like she had been erased from her grandma’s memory; all the memories about her had turned blank.
“Steven, did my grandma develop some kind of disease?” Marguerite asked.
Steven tilted his head slightly as if in denial, but seemed less sure.
There was a glint in his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he said slowly, “Human memory has many limitations. She might forget some people, but it’s impossible to completely forget all the memories associated with them. So according to your description, I think there are two possibilities. One possibility is, as you said, your grandma might have developed some kind of disease, but with current medical technology, we can’t diagnose it.”
“And what’s the other possibility?” Marguerite asked.
Steven opened his eyes wide and his gaze was as sharp as a blade, “Your grandma’s memory loss might be a hoax.”