`Home`:2

Stacey stomped up the stairs. "You see, Bridget, my brother is a pretty cool kid. I think you'll like him. He can be rough sometimes but he's as gentle as any other guy you would ever meet." Bridget was trying to imitate Stacey's walking like a child. "And if you ask him a serious question he'll play it off with a joke. Always. So, don't...Bridget?" Stacey turned around when she didn't hear Bridget's footsteps.
"I'm sorry. But can I ask you something, Stacey?" Bridget stared at her bare white toenails.
"Of course, sweetie. What is it?" She took a few steps towards Bridget.
Bridget swallowed hard. "Do I know your brother? At all?"
One question Stacey thought she would never ask. But she did. And she had to answer. "No, Bridget. You don't. I'm sorry. We aren't sure about any of those things." She answered. "But...let's go. My brother is waiting for you." Bridget sadly smiled and resumed following Stacey up the stairs.
Room 278A.
They stood patiently at the door while Stacey searched her purse for her spare key.
"Don't you think we should knock?" Bridget asked, forming a peaceful fist to knock on the door. Stacey pulled out her ring of keys. The keys jingled in her grasp but the door started to pull open.
"Uhm, hi?" Kelsey, Nate's girlfriend, answered the door.
She stuffed the ring of twelve keys back into her purse. "Hi!" She beamed.
Kelsey looked at her purse then up to Stacey's smiling face. "Who are you?"
"Right! Right! We've never met! I'm Stacey, Nate's sister." She left her hand out for Kelsey to shake, which she did.
Bridget was left out of the conversation, as usual.
Kelsey widened the door so they could come in. That's when she saw Bridget. "Wait, who are you?"
Stacey pulled Bridget to her side. "This is Bridget, Nate's new roommate." Bridget glanced around the empty room.
Kelsey looked towards the kitchen. "Oh. He didn't tell me about a new roommate."
"Well, it was kind of-" Stacey was cut off.
Kelsey slammed the door.

Nate heard the noise from the bathroom. "What the hell." He zipped up his pants, glancing in the mirror to fix his hair.
"Kels?" He called, unbuttoning his shirt on his way to the living room.
Stacey wrapped her arms around her brother. "Nate! I missed you, oh, so much!" She cried. Nate was shocked to see his sister but not that much. "Stace!" He feigned excitement.
Stacey pulled away and kissed his cheek. "Nate, sorry about Kelsey. She kiind of got the wrong idea...again."
Nate looked around the empty space. "So, it is a girl, isn't it?" He asked, groaning at the same time.
Stacey turned around, thinking Bridget would be behind her but she wasn't.
Worry built up only in Nate's mind.
"She's in here somewhere." She stated. Clearly, she wasn't worried. "Anyway, her name is Bridget Holmes. Her whole generation of family and friends claim she never existed. Even her boyfriend said the same. It's just...she can't know that." She paused and looked around the room, making sure she wasn't around.
Nate sat on the arm of the sofa. "Keep going."
Stacey sighed. "She's suffering from amnesia. She asks all type of questions that you might not have an answer to. Either think about it and give her a well-educated answer or just lie. I reccomend the first option though." She paused. "One of the other suspects in the accident is in acoma. He may be waking up in a few months or years. The doctors said that he will for sure. He won't die in his sleep."
Sadness filled Nate. How could something so bad happen to such an innocent girl. "How old is she?" He asked.
"Birth certificate says she's 17. Just two years younger than you."

Bridget carried the suitcase around the apartment with her. A broad smile on her face. She was happy to be in such a new home that new thoughts filled her head. Positive ones.
"Bridget?" Stacey's voice rang out.
With that, she hurried off to find her. Nate sat with his back facing her on the arm of the sofa.
Stacey took the suitcase from her hands and brought her around the couch so Nate and Bridget could meet face to face.
Nate didn't look up from his daze.
Then she stood in front of him and his eyes widened.
What a beautiful being.
"Nate, this is Bridget. Bridget, this is my only brother, Nathaniel. But everyone calls him Nate." She smiled at her younger brother. Nate kept his eyes on Bridget.
All she could do was smile and wave as shy as she was. "Hello." She greeted.
Nate was completely speecheless.
She was stunning...
For a patient.

`Trauma`:1

"Okay, Bridget. That was great!" Stacey noted Bridget's activity on her patients log. Bridget looked to her hands. To the pencil that she had just wrote her neat name with.
"Thank you." She responded slowly. Stacey smiled as she wrote down some more notes. The hospital room was bigger than normal. To Bridget, everything was different now that she couldn't remember anything from before the day she opened her eyes in the mysterious white room.
Stacey closed the log, placing it gently on the table. "Bridget, we need to talk." She kept her voice nice and calm.
Bridget nodded her head. "Alright." She responded the best she could. Stacey smiled. "Your doctor says that you can finally step outside. You can finally go out to see the world as it is now." Bridget smiled softly. The way that would have made any guy fall for her. "Really?" She asked her nurse.
Stacey nodded and placed her hand on Bridget's. "It's okay to be scared. There are a lot of people that are scared to go outside that are in your condition."
Bridget looked to the glass windows, overlooking the distant LA beach. "I don't think I'm scared." She said, softly.
Stacey looked towards the beach also. "Then you'll be just fine, Bridget."
They both smiled as they watched the waves crashing on the shore.

"Oh, Nate!" Stacey laughed into her cellphone as she pulled out of her usual parking spot in the hospital.
Nate sat in his apartment bedroom. "Stace, I want to. But I can't. You do know that I can only take care of MALE patients. If I take care of a girl, then Kelsey will think I'm gonna cheat on her."
Stacey stared at the redlight. "Nate, just tell her that she's a patient. What can you possibly do to a patient?"
"Kelsey thinks that I would probably get her to fall for me. But I didn't say a thing. Now, she thinks I really am gonna do that." Nate closed his portfolio and stared at his mirror.
"Then it's her loss. She's gonna miss out on a really trustworthy guy. I trust you to take care of her. Th doctor said I had to leave her with someone either I can trust and lives nearby or someone I know that lives nearby. You're both!" Stacey revved up the engine as she started going again.
Nate pushed his sandy hair out of his eyes. "Well, I guess. What's her name?" He trailed off.
"I can't tell you right now. They haven't assigned her to me yet. But I do know it's a female and you're probably gonna love her as a close friend." Stacey looked both ways of Tuscany Ave and Manitoba Street.
Nate sighed and threw himself back onto his bed. "Just, get the info. And tell me."
"I can't do that. As soon as I get her into my custody, I have to head straight to your place. Sorry, but that's business." She looked to her phone and noticed that it was only one bar left. "Nate, I have to go. My phone is dying and I really need to get a call from Eric."
She hung up right away.
Nate also hung up after he heard his sister hang up. "Well, Nate...you are going to be a very...VERY...busy guy." He spoke to his reflection with such sympathy.

Bridget closed her eyes, waiting for the door to finally open. When it did, she almost jumped out of bed. "Stacey! It's today, isn't it?" Bridget almost screamed towards Stacey. Stacey smiled and held up a bag of clothes and a suitcase that she explained had all her new clothes in it.
Bridget squealed as Stacey handed her the bag. It had the Chanel label on the front but it was just a bag that had different clothes in it. Stacey took out the shirt first. It was a V-neck short sleeve shirt that was covered in pink and white stripes and it was a tight fit. Bridget pulled out the capri pants that were meant to hug her hips and kiss her knees. Stacey took out the white sandals, fancy diamond earrings, and a size B bra.
Stacey pointed towards the private bathroom with a smile on her face. "Go on and try it on."
Bridget looked down at the clothes. She grabbed them one by one and left to try it on.
She slipped on the bra and hinged in the back slowly. Pulling the bra straps over her shoulder, her hands reached out to the shirt.
Slipping on her new fit capris and sandals worked out fine. It was the earrings that gave her the trouble.
The limp earrings were the only thing she didn't need. Her beauty was already finished.
Stacey watched as the door opened and Bridget walked out as a whole new person she had never seen before.
"You...look...AMAZING." Stacey stated and laughed. Bridget smiled and laughed softly to herself.
How adorable.

`Memories`

My sister, Stacey, was a nurse. And she loved her job so much. Her job required that she take care of patients in a home by the hospital. She did pretty good with that. Throughout her time working there, she took care of 20 healthy and recovered patients. It was absolutely amazing. Then, she was transferred to another placement in the job. It required to take care of recovering patients in amnesia.

You see the girl on the right? Well, she was one of those patients. You see the girl on the left?

She chose to forget the girl. And my sister didn't accept that. My sister didn't accept her friends, family, boyfriend, or...just anyone! The hospital found all the records. They found everything under her name. But her parents said: "We only have three boys and three girls; one of which had died shortly after birth." They checked if she had foster parents but she didn't. Her aunts and uncles, never heard of her. Her cousins were clueless. Her friends said they might of seen her before but didn't know her at all. Her boyfriend, in which I hate to death, said: "That girl doesn't exsist."

My sister had to go off to Africa when the girl was put into her hands. And the girl couldn't go anywhere else. But my sister had to go. She had to.

Africa was having an apademic with a stomach virus, that only us Americans had a cure for. Stacey was among the many other nurses from across the nation that were chosen for this job. The board of doctors ordered her to send this girl off to one of her relatives that either lived near the hospital or near another local hospital.

My sister...chose me.

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The records said her mother's name was : Patridge Holmes.

The records said her father's name was : Richard Holmes.

The records said they parented five other children.

The records also said their names were: Jonathan, Logan, Richard Jr., Emily, and Danielle.

Bridget was one of those children...

But denied each and every time brought up.

The memories of Bridget were gone.

Every little thing was missing.

She was a person.

She was a human being on the face of the earth.

But she couldn't just have appeared here...

She just couldn't have.

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"Bridget! Come on! Hurry up!" Jamela cried from the window. The door from Jefferson's house opened revealing the legendary, Bridget Holmes.

The girl that did everything unbelievable and had numerous boyfriends she slept with. What a gal she was.

Her curly hair resided just above her elbows but the highlights stood out the most. Her brown eyes glowed in the summer night breeze while her thin lips curled into a smile. "I'm coming!" She giggled back.

Jamela laughed while Bridget climbed into the backseat of the black BMW M3 covertible. "So, who was it this time, Bee?" Jamela asked, readjusting her glasses. The driver, Jack, glanced in the rearview mirror at Bridget, his green eyes sparkling. "You really wanna know?" She teased, tossing her curls over her shoulder. Jamela grinned. "It was Todd, wasn't it? I saw him eyeing you."

Bridget shook her head with a grin on her face. "It was just a kiss with Chris." She winked as they pulled out of the Leone's residence.

Jack chuckled. Chris was his best friend throwing the party at his parents' house. Chris dated Bridget before but they broke up shortly after. Jack also dated Bridget but their relationship lasted longer than either of them expected it to.

The car pulled onto the main streets, passing a small plaza and gas station on its way. Woman lined up in front of a busy club for lesbians or bisexuals only. While men did the same for gays and bisexuals. Fancy cars and street buses passed by the threesome of friends. That was when they pulled onto the freeway.

"Oh, come on! Just a kiss?!" Jamela spun around in her seat. "Boy, oh, boy! You must be lying or something! Bridget Holmes doesn't just walk away with a kiss! She walks away with sex breathe and hickeys on her body!"

Bridget's eyes widened. "No, no, no. I'm not like that, Jay. I have never gotten a hickey before. Not even sex breathe. Maybe I have had sex before...but it was protected. And I wouldn't have unprotected sex." Bridget laid her head on the head rest. Jack pushed Jamela back in her seat. "Look at her, Jay. She doesn't look like a slut or anything. Even to me. And I notice a lot in a girl."

"What about Trevor? You guys are still together, right?" Jamela ignored Jack completely. Bridget twirled her thumbs together, lifting her gaze to the window to her right.

The driver of the car wasn't looking forward. Instead he was paying attention to something in the backseat. His car was going off the lane towards Jack's car.

Bridget punched Jack's shoulder and pointed to the driver next to them. "He's gonna crash right into-"

But it was too late.

The car pushed theirs off the road and into narrow ditch. The driver's car didn't follow, he finally realized that he had gone off the lane. Jamela and Jack shrieked in terror.

Bridget held onto Jack's seat while they flew down the hill. A rock slowed their cruising but instead they flipped right over and started tossing and turning in the car.

Their stop finally came.

On a public street, crashing in a gas station.

Jack's head trauma was severe and the doctors claimed that his slipping into acoma would wear off in a couple of months or even years.

Jamela also lost too much blood throughout her body and...well...died.

Bridget...

Uh, Bridget suffered from some head trauma, her head being hit in the wrong place...

Causing amnesia.