For Better, For Worse. Rebecca WintersЧитать онлайн книгу.
from the conflict between his feelings for you and his sense of family responsibility. With an autocratic father and a vulnerable, dependent brother, not to mention a mother who by culture and upbringing remained helpless in the face of such tension—well, all of that could trigger the amnesia.
“And think of the trauma he must have felt when the woman he obviously loved enough to risk disturbing the delicate family balance ran away, making it all but impossible for him to ever find her again. What you have, then, is a man who couldn’t take any more.”
“But he did find me!” she cried out. “We were married before he went into the operating room.”
“That explains his almost irrational need to marry Mrs. Mendez before he went under the anesthetic,” Dr. Penman interjected.
“Exactly,” Dr. Noyes concurred. “Mrs. Mendez, your husband’s situation is classic. His injury occurred before your marriage which is why he’s blocked the marriage from his memory. For the time being, he’s wandered away because the pain of losing you over an intolerable family situation is too great. And according to you, it still isn’t resolved.”
Kit was listening carefully. Though she was terrified of the answer, she had to know. “How long will this amnesia last?”
Dr. Noyes did nothing overt, but she could sense she wouldn’t like his answer. She couldn’t help shuddering.
“Patients respond in two different ways. The first group emerges with a full resumption of identity and an amnesic gap covering the loss of memory or the fugue, as we call it.”
“And the second?” she whispered, her heart contracting with fear.
“In the second, which is very rare, patients have an awareness of their loss of personal identity, and an amnesia for their whole life.”
“No!” she cried out and clung to the desk for support. Dr. Penman was the first out of his chair to steady her.
“I realize this is a great shock to you,” Dr. Noyes said in a gentle voice. “I’d like to tell you that his amnesia is temporary and will go away in a matter of hours. That may well be the case, but I just don’t know. However at the moment, my concern is more for you than your husband, Mrs. Mendez.”
Kit lifted her head from her hands, wondering how he could say such a thing.
“The fact of the matter is, your husband has lost none of his motor skills or his ability to take care of himself. For example, he knows to brush his teeth and take care of his bodily functions. He knows it’s Friday and that tomorrow is Saturday. He’s even aware that he’s in Idaho and that he comes from Spain. He functions like you and me and acts appropriately without drawing attention to himself by any abnormal behavior. In fact, he’s no different from before the operation except that he can’t remember the past. But he’s not unduly distressed about it yet because no one is pressing him to recall incidents that his subconscious is suppressing.
“Whereas you have total recall. And you’re a brand-new wife, married to a husband who has no knowledge of you. That’s a very painful situation, Mrs. Mendez. Dr. Penman and I are here to help you deal with this in any way we can.”
“I don’t have the faintest idea where to start!”
“We know that,” Dr. Penman said. “No two amnesia cases are the same, which means that it’s an extremely unpredictable disorder. But for the next while, your husband needs to recuperate from the operation. In a few days I’ll have him transferred to a private room, where you can sit at his side day and night if you wish. It will give you time to come to grips with the situation. Until then, however, we feel it’s best if you don’t see him.”
Her expression must have prompted Dr. Noyes to say, “Feel free to talk to me whenever you wish.”
“When I do see him, what am I supposed to say? How am I supposed to act?”
“Do what your instincts tell you. Be yourself. In the course of time, daily events will probably trigger something in his brain and he’ll recover his memory. Your biggest problem will be to hide your anger from him.”
“My anger?”
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Mendez. You’re going to get very angry before long. It’s a natural part of the grieving process. And it’s healthy as long as it doesn’t last too long. We’ll talk about it again before he’s discharged from the hospital.”
After they left Dr. Noyes’s office, Kit wandered through the halls in a daze. She thought back to the wedding ceremony, remembering the chaplain’s words. “From this day forward, do you, Kit Spring, promise to take this man, Rafael de Mendez y Lucar, as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Kit relived her fervent response and made up her mind that from this day forward she’d do everything in her power to help Rafe recover his memory. And if he didn’t, then she’d make him fall in love with her all over again. They’d face the future together, no matter how difficult or uncertain. Eight weeks’ separation had shown that, for her, a life without Rafe wasn’t a life at all.
Chapter Three
SIX ENDLESS DAYS after the surgery—three days after her conversation with the doctors—Dr. Penman informed Kit that Rafe had been transferred to a private room and she could start visiting him. When he called her with the news, she happened to be standing in front of the motel room mirror. She gasped at the haggard-looking woman staring back at her. Her mouth was drawn tight and her eyes were noticeably dull. Many times in the past Rafe had told her how much he loved the fullness of her mouth and the slight almond shape of her gray-green eyes with their curling lashes. Right now he wouldn’t have known her even if he’d had his memory!
Without wasting another second, she gave herself a thorough makeover. With her hair freshly washed and wearing a minimum of makeup, just enough to emphasize her golden tan, Kit felt more like the woman who had captured Rafe’s attention from the very first moment he saw her.
She purposely wore the same dress he’d admired then, an expensive, form-fitting navy Italian knit that buttoned up the front from the hem to the square neck. A bright-red knit border at the hems and up the front gave it a sophistication and outlined her curves, drawing male interest wherever she went. But she wanted only one man’s interest…. She dabbed on his favorite scent and fastened the gold earrings he’d bought her in Tangiers.
According to Dr. Noyes, Rafe’s memory could come back at any time and there was no way to predict exactly what would trigger it. Kit determined to do whatever it took to hasten the process. The possibility that he’d never regain his memory was something she refused to consider.
“What I’d give for your figure,” the nurse on duty murmured as Kit passed by the desk on her way to Rafe’s room. “In fact, what I’d give to be married to a gorgeous man like your husband.”
A smile curved Kit’s mouth. “When we met, I remember thinking that I’d never seen a more beautiful man. After I got to know him, I realized the person inside was even more wonderful.”
The nurse sobered. “We’ve all heard about your husband losing his memory and we’re praying it comes back soon.”
“Thank you. I am, too.”
“The orderlies brought him down a little while ago. He’s getting restless. Now that he’s out of ICU and his tests are over, he wants to leave the hospital. He insists he can do everything himself. He’s a fighter, and I’d say that’s a good sign.”
“I hope you’re right. My husband has always taken responsibility for others. He’s not used to depending on anyone.”
“Yes. I noticed.” She gave Kit a wry smile. “He may have forgotten the past, but there’s nothing wrong with the rest of him…if you catch my drift.”
Kit’s