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The cool evening breeze blew into the all-white room I had been living in for several days. The white curtains, gently swaying in the breeze, became my daily spectacle as I didn't had my phone with me all the time.
My mother, Yukiko Kudou who had been by my side everyday to help the nurse taking care of me, making me breakfast and dinner, always had my phone with her when the clock showed 3:00 PM. The reason was because at that hour, the doctor who handled my case would come for her 3 hours session. I had done that for a week (based on my memory), but whenever she came, she always reminded me that our first met was 2 months ago. I had this confusion as to why every memory that involved my doctor was seemed to be rigged. It was like there was pieces of my memory that kept messing up my memory of her.
Speaking of my doctor, she wasn't much older than me. I wasn't sure about her age, but if I could guess, she might be a year or two years older than me. Her face looked like a mixed race, hence why her beauty was very unique. She was very much likely an eternally-gorgeous woman as I could see whenever she made her way to my room, or whenever my relatives or acquaintances (which I couldn't help but barely remember) came to visit, they had their jaw on the floor just by looking at her. Proudly I could say, this fallen-angel was the one who helped me slowly regain my memory.
My parents were there as well when I started to remember things they said I had forgotten. Which was precisely a week ago, all thanks to my doctor's help. That day, I saw them thanking her very gratefully. Even my father who always acted nonchalant could shed tears in front of the doctor. On the other hand, my mother was seen hugging the doctor very tightly, in tears.
Mouri Ran. A beautiful girl with an angel-like personality had also been coming here frequently lately. She was 'allowed' to visit me when I started to regain the moments that leading up to the accident. I saw her there, but I don't remember her name at all. Again, being such a helpful doctor she was, she asked my mom for my phone, scrolling through my gallery and messages, and questioning me bunch of questions related to the girl. Which led me to remember,
She was my girlfriend.
She was there when I had this accident that caused me brain damage.
Guilt started to fill me as I started to remember another piece of my life that had once lost. I was stressing myself, I didn't know what to do, until my doctor finally helped me. She told me everything I should do to erase the guilt feeling in me. Her soothing voice was the only thing that could calmed myself at the moment. I followed each of her words, and again, she was right.
The relationship between me and Ran was finally settled and went pretty well. She felt grateful and proud of me for the progress I had made, she also told me to expressed her gratitude to my doctor.
Back to the present, which was a week since the rapid improvement of my memory.
I had my eyes glued to the digital clock on my bedside table. It was already 20 minutes past 3 o'clock. She had never been late before, what was wrong with her today?
I tapped on my bedpost in boredom, waiting for someone whose nose had not seen after 10 minutes. The room was very quiet, only the clear sound of birds could be heard from the open window filling the room. I sighed as a soft knock was heard, then the door creaked open without waiting for an answer, revealing a woman in a white lab coat over a maroon turtleneck and black pants, short auburn hair perfectly framing her face, finally entered the room.
There she was. My Doctor.
Dr. Miyano Shiho.