Cordeiro: fidgeting, eyes downcast She... she doesn't remember me. It's like I'm a stranger to her.
voice trembling I don't know how to handle this, Holland. How do I explain to our son that his mother doesn't remember him?
It’s ok Cordeiro, we’ll get through this together.
takes a deep breath, mustering up strength Thank you, Holland. I appreciate your support. Let's face this together. stands up and walks towards the window
I stand up What are we gonna do first?
turns around and faces Holland First, we need to gather all the information we have about her condition. I'll start by calling her doctor.
Ok. we start asking questions to the doctor and them learn everything we needed to know about her condition
scribbling notes furiously Alright, let's see... She has amnesia, likely due to the coma. Her memories may be fragmented or non-existent.
Is there anything specific she remembers or doesn’t remember?
pauses, scanning his notes The doctor mentioned that she might have fragmented memories, so it's possible she remembers bits and pieces of our life together.
paces back and forth They mentioned she has flashes of memory, fleeting moments that may not be reliable.
Ok, well maybe she remembers things about our son, his birth or something.
quickly dials his wife's doctor Hello, this is Cordeiro. I wanted to follow up on my wife's memory function. Has there been any significant improvement regarding her ability to recall events involving our son?
the doctor tells us some details about what she remembered
leans forward, intense Did she mention anything about our son? Like, anything at all? Was it a fleeting memory or did she seem certain?
She remembered that we had a son, his name, and that he was born at the hospital she used to work at.
Cordeiro feels a glimmer of hope upon learning that his wife remembers their son, despite the fragmented memory.
I hug Cordeiro tightly This is great news, Cordeiro! Our son means something to her, even if she doesn't fully remember him yet.
pulls away from the hug, determined Yes, Holland, but we can't rest on this small victory. We need to keep pushing forward.
Absolutely. What's next, boss?
rushes to his wife's bedside, taking her hand gently Love, I'm here. Can you hear me? Do you remember anything else about us? About our son?
she gets scared and falls asleep
frustrated Damn it! We were so close, Holland! I need to find a way to trigger her memories, to bring her back to us.