Three months later...
Chloe's POV aka Lily,
Cooper and I were having a meeting with the doctors. All my test results have come back clean and I was completely healed, with the exception of my memory. Because I didn't know who I was, and no one seemed to be looking for me, the only place I had to go was into a home. I needed to be rehabilitated back into society. Well, Cooper wasn't having any of that. He wanted me to go home with him. We had talked about this before. Cooper was home, busy setting me up with my own room. I had received my release papers and was waiting for Cooper to come back for me. I had spoken with the cops and the doctors about putting my pictures out there, to see if anyone would claim me. I had denied wanting to do this. My fear was for the strangers who I didn't know, that might come looking for me. I just assumed that if I had family or friends looking for me, they would have found me by now. I was told in the beginning that the wreck and myself was all over the news, but no one ever came.
All I knew was Cooper and the doctors. I didn't want to go with any strangers. The doctors and the cops tried to talk me out of it, but at the end of the day, I was an adult and the choice was mine. Besides not knowing who I was, I kept having reoccurring dreams of a man, who's face I could never see. I was very much in love with this person, because I would wake up in tears and reaching out for him, but then I would realize that it was only a dream. I talked to the doctors about it. They said it could mean a number of things. Maybe I was trying to remember someone or maybe it was truly just a dream. We never really talked about it much after that. I was set up with therapy that I needed to attend at least three times a week. I wasn't depressed or anything, but it was to help me try to remember things.
I sat on the side of my hospital bed, in the only room I was familiar with, waiting for Cooper to pick me up. My amnesia was so bad that I had forgotten colors and shapes. Cooper showed up one day with a sample of paint colors for me to pick out for my room, but I couldn't tell him any of the colors. I did pick out the one I thought was the prettiest. Cooper told me it was called red. After that, I was giving some children's books on colors and shapes. I did however, remember how to read and write. I also knew my numbers. I really didn't want to output a burden on Cooper, but I also didn't want to be sent to a home full of strangers. I seemed to have developed a fear towards anyone I didn't know. It was an actual problem. Anytime a new doctor or therapist showed up, I went straight into a panic attack. Cooper tried his best to make sure I had no new people unless it was necessary. He has been a god send. My new therapist had come in to meet me about a week ago. It was rough on me, the first meeting that I had and Cooper stayed with me. Once I got use to her, she wouldn't allow Cooper in our meetings anymore. Now Cooper has to bring me back to the hospital three times a week, because I had refused to go to her office. It was unfamiliar to me and that gave me anxiety. It was hard to get people to understand why I was so scared when I didn’t even know myself. People thought it was crazy that I refused to find the people who might know me, but honestly it scared me so bad that I would start to shake.
I was however, not afraid to go to Cooper's home. He told me how he lived alone and only had a dog. I was excited about meeting the dog. Cooper told me he was a ten year old golden retriever named Hank. I knew what that was and I was happy about it. Over the last couple of months, Copper would bring me pictures of his home and start to familiarize me with my new home. "Lily? Are you ready sweetheart?" Cooper asked, walking into my room. I turned and smiled at him. He had a large coat in his hands for me. The snow was just starting to fall outside. I didn't remember snow and when I first saw it coming down, I was mesmerized by it. Cooper took me outside to a place I had come to know in the park around the hospital. I played in it like a two year old. All Cooper could do was laugh at me, but I was having to much fun to care.
I had to leave the hospital in a wheelchair and Cooper took me to his truck. I started to get a little nervous. Cooper put his arm around me and assured me everything was going to be all right. I got into his truck and he put the seat belt around me. He then closed the door and got in on the other side. I felt like I had never driven before, but I knew that wasn't true because that's how I ended up in this mess in the first place. I have to say I was pretty impressed by driving. Of course Cooper got a kick out of it. We drove for quite a while before Cooper took a dirt road and when the trees opened up, we were in front of a beautiful old country home. There was a huge wrap around porch with a porch swing. I just knew that was going to be my favorite place to be. Something had always told me that I loved to read. Cooper told me he had gotten me a lot of books. I couldn't wait to see my new home. I also had to wait for the snow to go.
The house seemed very large for just one man, but I didn't ask any questions. Cooper parked along side of the house and came over to my side of the truck to let me out. I could see smoke coming out of the chimney and I could smell the burning firewood. I really liked that smell. "What are you thinking about?" Cooper asked me. Cooper always asked me that, when I got really quiet and had a smile on my face. He had always thought that maybe I was remembering something.
"I like the smell of the wood burning in the fire place." I said, smiling as I took his hand and followed him inside the house. As soon as Cooper opened the front door, Hank came running out into his arms. He came over and smelled me for a moment before he started to wag his tail and I gave him a big hug. When I let him go, he ran into the snow and jumped around. I couldn't help but laugh. I was already in love with Hank.
When I walked inside, I was amazed at how clean and new the inside of the house looked. I could also smell food and I realized I was very hungry. Cooper smiled at me. "Let's get you settled into your room. I made beef stew, I hope you'll love it." He said.
"It smells amazing." I said.
"Follow me Lily upstairs to your room. You actually have the whole upstairs to yourself. My bedroom is on the first floor. There's two bedrooms up here and a private bathroom. There is also a loft that I set up with books for you to read. There is only one TV in the house and it's in the living room. Your welcome to use it whenever you please, but I don't have cable out here. I've got a lot of dvd's for you to choose from." Cooper said, as we made our way up the stairs.
"It's okay, I would rather read anyways." I said. The stairs lead to an opening, I guessed was the loft. You could see over the wall down to a living room. He had a couch and an overstuffed chair. The walls were lined with book shelves full of all kinds of books. I stopped and smiled at him. "You didn't have to do all of this for me." I said. He just smiled.
"Actually, it was all my mothers. All I did was clean it up for you." He said. Cooper had told me about how he had lost both his parents when he was a teenager. He inherited the house and his only sister left the country. He had been alone all these years. It was a sad story to hear and I felt sorry for him. "I gave you the bigger of the two rooms up here and the one that was closest to the bathroom." He said. We walked into a beautiful room with a large bed in the middle. He had picked out a red bed set for me. I could tell the walls were freshly painted in a soft brown and there was new curtain on the windows. It was perfect. He sat my small bag down on the bed.
"Thank you Cooper, I don't know how I'll ever repay you for this." I said.
"The closet has some new clothes for you and the dresser has socks and underwear in them." He said, blushing a little. I wasn't ready to go out and shop for myself so Cooper went and took care of it. I trusted him, only because he had to shop and bring me things when I was in the hospital and I loved his taste in clothes.
"I'm going to leave you to get settles. Meet me down in the kitchen when your ready and we can have dinner." Cooper said. I nodded at him and he left the room. I took a seat on the side of my bed and took a deep breath. I was a little nervous and excited about all of this. I knew I was going to be happy here, but something deep down inside me told me things were going to get tough. Only because my therapist said, when things start to resurface, I was going to have a hard time accepting them. That scared me in ways I wasn't prepared for. I unpacked the couple of things I had and took a look at all my new things. Cooper kind of out did himself. For some reason I had told Cooper that I loved the smell of coconut. I didn't know where it came from, but for some reason I knew I loved it. In the bathroom, Cooper had picked out coconut shampoo and conditioner and a coconut body spray for me. He had deodorant and a toothbrush and toothpaste. I also had a new brush.
When I first woke up from my comma, my hair was very long. The doctors had to shave part of my hair because of my head injury. I kept my long hair, but after a few months and the shaved part grew out some, I went to the little salon the hospital had and they fixed my hair. I remember crying when I first saw it. For some reason I felt like I had long hair all my life and it was very sad to see myself with short hair. I got use to it after a while and ended up loving it. Cooper always told me how beautiful I was. It made me smile when he said that. In the back of my head, I knew I was going to grow it back out.
I decided to have a shower and after that, I got dressed and met Cooper in the kitchen. He smiled at me when I walked in. "Are you hungry sweetheart?" He asked me. I nodded at him. "Did you find everything okay?" He asked me.
"I did, thank you Cooper." I said. He handed me a bowl and I followed him into the living room where we sat on the couch and he turned a movie on. The movie was called Dumb And Dumber. We laughed and ate and laughed some more. "That movie was so stupid." I said laughing.
"But you liked it." Cooper said. I did, it was really funny. I stood up and grabbed our bowls. I headed into the kitchen and started to wash up the dirty dishes. Cooper came walking into the kitchen. "You don't have to do that." He said.
"I'm not broken Cooper, I can help out around here too."
"Then you might want to slow down on that dish soap. The bubbles are going to over flow onto the floor." He said. Something made me stop and I got lost looking at the bubbles. I froze, not understanding why. A flash went over my eyes and I saw two young kids playing in a large amount of bubbles. I gripped the sink and fell to the ground.