I've Forgotten - Part 4

I awoke once more to not only the annoying shrill beeping of the monitor but to another headache and the muffled sound of voices arguing. Carefully opening my eyes I glanced around to see that it was very dark in my room and no one was it. Movement out of the corner of my eye made me turn and look. I could see two maybe three different shadows standing out there: one of them obviously woman.
I watched as their arms made wild motions with the angry but undefinable words that came out of their mouth towards each other. Then after a couple more minutes they fell silent and the door slowly opened. Light flooded the room and I had to look away slightly for my eyes to adjust. When I turned back around three people stood in the doorway staring at me. The woman I had noticed before was my mom…
Her already bloodshot eyes were now crying again and her hands covered her mouth muffling the sobs. My dad stood next to her. His own eyes were tired and he looked so weak. I mentally grimaced. This was not how my dad was supposed to look at all. Ever. Then the doctor from earlier stood next to him looking so relieved to see me awake.
“Oh Karli…” My mom whispered before she rushed forward and swept me into her arms. Tears slipped from my eyes as I embraced her back. I buried my face into her neck and just cried everything out. I felt another pair of arms encircle me and without looking I knew my dad had joined the hug.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why but I am so sorry.” I cried. Wanted to beg my parents to forgive me for something that I didn’t know.
“Just don’t do that again. Talk to me, talk to your dad, just don’t… Please don’t do that again.”
I blinked slightly. The tears stopped falling from my eyes as my moms words registered in my mind. ‘Did I do this to myself? Why? What did I do?’ But before I could voice my questions the forgotten doctor spoke up.
“Um… Mr. Keep? Mrs. Keep? I need to speak to you. Can we please step outside into the hall real quick?”
I felt my mom shift probably to look at him and I thought for a minute that she was going to refuse but then she stilled and nodded her head. Slowly she and my dad pulled away and followed the doctor back out the door. I watched as the doctor spoke very softly to them and then my mom gave almost a scream before she turned to my dad. He held her and I wished terribly to be out there with them. I wanted someone to hold me as the walls seemed to slowly move in.
I knew what they were talking about out there. The doctor was telling them that I had forgotten something. He was telling them I had lost my memory. I buried myself under the covers and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I could still remember what had happened with the doctor earlier and it scared me. Whatever I had forgotten had to have been big or something important.
I heard the door open but I didn’t move from my shelter from under the sheet. A hand rested gently on my head and slowly began to stroke me through the thin blanket. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could trying to focus on the feeling. Eventually I fell into a uneasy sleep only my voice echoing my promise to always remember and those brown eyes accompanied me into the dark.