"Let's make a pass at the other end of the hall while I'm up," I asked her.
"No running!" she said, laughing. "Rodney was surely right about needing to tie you down."
Rodney, another blank slate appeared in my mind as I pushed toward the end of the hall. Thankfully I was shedding pounds with each step. When we returned to my room, Stacy led me to the restroom. It was a relief from needing the extra tubes, but a shock with my reflection in the mirror. The entire left side of my face was black and blue. Just above my eyes, was a white gauze bandage that encircled my head. Mummy movies flashed through my mind. I must have gasped in shock as Stacy slowly pushed the door open.
"Sorry, I should have warned you. Really, you are still there, Jenny. In a week she'll be back."
"This face would have my students running away terrified!" I told her. She moved in beside me and pulled the shower curtain back.
"You deserve a break. There's liquid soap and use this wand, but keep your head dry and stay seated in there. Can you do that?" she asked.
"Thank you, I'd like to try."
She helped me out of my gown and onto the shower seat, then started the water flow. When it was warm, she handed it to me and said, "I won't leave this room, and will help you out when you're ready."
I realized the bruises extended down my left side. I wondered what my car looked like. The warm water was very soothing, and oddly reassuring that I was still there. It was also comforting Stacy was on the other side of the curtain. "Jenny, has anything new come back to you?" she asked me.
"Stacy, I think it's time to ease me into Jenny 101. Shit! I don't even know if you know who the hell I am?"
"Jenny, don't get frustrated. Your recovery so far has been beyond belief so take comfort in that for now. To start with, you aren't in Kansas anymore, Dorothy."
"Very funny, and it was Arkansas. I think we'll get along just fine."
"My attempt at humor. OK, you and Charlie live in Watson Manor, a B&B in Marina, California, the two of you built it about three years ago."
"I'm in California, and I don't teach anymore?"
"That's right, Jenny. I'm just grazing over the major points and don't want to overwhelm you initially. There is one more thing you should know. You and Charlie have a daughter, Madison. She's about eighteen months old."
"I think we've hit my limit today," I told her, not believing I could lose the memory of my own daughter also. I shut the water off and Stacy handed me a towel I used first on my tears. She helped me dry off and slip into a fresh gown. Then she held my arm to guide me back to the bed.
"Jenny, don't get up without help. Use the call button to use the restroom. A fall could be devastating. Do you understand me?"
"Yes. That may be the only thing I do understand."
"Jenny, I'm going to get your dinner. Think of it this way, the best part of life is falling in love and you get to do that all over again."
I slid under the sheets without help and thought about what she said. She watched me closely and held the encouraging smile that matched her comment. Only one thought filled my throbbing mind. "Stacy, what if I don't find it again?"
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