Page 21 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
Lexy pats my arm. “Good luck, Josie. Hope everything goes well.”
I wave her off as she takes the elevator back down to the lobby.
“Have you been given the rundown on Wyatt’s condition?” Dr. Fincher asks.
“Just that has some form of amnesia,” I reply. “I really don’t know the details of how this happened.”
“That makes two of us,” the doctor replies, taking me off guard. “Yes, Wyatt has short-term memory loss after having severe emotional shock. He did suffer a head injury, but the extent doesn’t correspond with his symptoms.”
I nod, trying to take in the information. “Okay.”
“He’s preparing to go back home,” the doctor continues, “but I haven’t signed off yet. I haven’t pinpointed the cause of his impairments. He’s clearly suffering from a traumatic event, but no one has come forward with an eyewitness account of the incident. I’m worried about something undiscovered triggering him when he returns home.”
“But didn’t the accident happen on the movie set?”
“I’ve been given very vague information.” He gives me a kind smile. “Your visit is a last ditch effort to bring some clarity on the matter. We are hoping seeing an old friend will relieve some of the stress he’s been feeling.”
“How exactly can I make that happen?”
“Because Wyatt doesn’t remember becoming famous. He remembers spending time with you.”
Goosebumps flood my skin and I shiver in place. “Okay,” I breathe. “I hope I can make a difference.”
Dr. Fincher squeezes my shoulder. “There’s no pressure on you. I’m just concerned because he is suffering from a neurological issue, however I can’t define what it is.”
“Is that abnormal?”
“It is common for neurological issues to form without clear prompting. However, his team has stated a traumatic accident happened on set. His scans just tell another story.”
My brain hurts from the conflicting information.
The doctor motions to the end of the hall. “Mr. Hayes’s room is laston the right. Just focus on visiting an old friend. Don’t try to jog his memory, he doesn’t need that right now. The past few weeks, all he’s had is scared and confused moments. All he needs now is a new happy memory.”
I smile. “I can work with that.”
I thank the doctor and make my way along the pristine hallway and find another broad man in all-black, standing outside the last door on the right.
I clutch my elbows and sheepishly ask the man, “Umm. Is Wyatt in there?”
The man looks me up and down, folding his arms. “Who’s asking?”
I gulp and my knees knock. “I’m... I’m Josie. Josie Bartlett.”
He scrutinizes me, taking an excruciatingly long time to respond. He finally huffs and points a thumb at the door. “You can head inside.”
I suck in a breath. “Eep. Really?”
The man crooks an eyebrow, clearly not into idle chit chat. I hurriedly nod and turn the doorknob, despite the dread seeping through me.
In a shaky voice, I call out, “Hello?”
Four
I edge my way into the hospital room. There’s a few machines obscuring my view, but diagonally across I manage to see the panoramic view of city skyscrapers facing the famous yellow beach and cerulean ocean.
