Remembering Love by Austin Bates

Reese
He was one of the first things I saw when I woke up. He saved me. It’s one of the things I’m able to retain, day to day. His name is Adam. He’s a paramedic. And he saved me. There’s something in the back of my mind that I can’t touch, but I can’t shake it, either. It’s urgent, important, but I just can’t quite… remember.

Adam
When I saw him lying there in that wreck, I thought he was a goner. I’ve seen people die from so many things, even when I hoped and prayed that they would live. I didn’t do either one for him, yet there he is. It’s just too bad he has no idea who he is or what happened to cause such a nightmare. I think some part of him does remember, though, because when you ask there’s that hint of guilt in his eyes that doesn’t quite go away.

I don’t know what game he’s playing, or if he’s playing one at all. Our mystery man keeps my attention more than any other patient I’ve wheeled in before, that’s for sure.