Scarlett stood, leaning in the doorway of the main bedroom, looking over James as he rested. She had just finished replacing the bandages for him and with some pain meds, he went back to sleep. She was worried, concerned and wondering a few questions. Will James regain his memory? Will he ever remember her and the connection they had? Will he be ok?
It was lucky that he could remember her father, the one who trained him in the Australian Army so there was some connection she could start with, with James.
After being released from hospital, he agreed to go with her because she was cute. Upon arriving at their house, James’ comment was, “Wow! She is cute and has money”
Over the days, using the supplies Bison had given her, she continued to change his bandages over his burns, apply the burn cream and check on his head to ensure everything was healing and was not getting infected.
As she watched him rest, she sighed and thought, “Yep, it is going to be a long road, but we will get through it” She stopped leaning on the door and closed it as quietly as she could.
Scarlett needed a coffee, the sleepless nights were catching up with her, after making the cup of coffee, she sat down on the couch with her laptop on the coffee table in front of her. Her sleepless nights were spent researching ways to help someone regain their memory after a serious blow to the head, or if it could be regained at all.
Typing on her laptop, drinking her coffee, she sent a few emails to the LSPD command staff providing updates on James’ progress and continuing to research what she could do, who could help and anything she could really find out.
The main thing that kept popping up in her research was that after a Traumatic Brain Injury, memory loss could last from a few minutes to a few weeks or even months. She thought maybe Lyla could help her, she got her phone out and sent a message.
After spending some time researching and reading the same thing over and over, she closed her laptop and laid back on the couch. She was exhausted but she had to keep moving, and doing what she could.
She closed her eyes to rest them for a few moments but with being as exhausted as she was, she fell into a deep sleep.