Catching up what you’ve already forgotten.

“I suppose it’s imperative to have you caught up on the situation to prevent any further confusion.” The doctor said, adjusting her glasses as she sat down nearby.

After saving my life again, she waved all the hot model nurses away from the room in order to give us some privacy. This was something I was sort of grateful for since all these nurses really weren’t helping me process the reality of the current situation very well. Seriously, some of them were even my type. My male hormones can't handle that much boobage.

Although, seeing how the doctor sitting in front of me is much curvier and sexier than the rest of them was definitely NOT helping matters. Seriously, are those DD sized cups or something? I can't even tell if they're fake or not. The skin-tight labcoat is leaving nothing to my imagination. It's like I can almost SEE her naked.

"Yes, please. I'd rather much like knowing what the hell happened to me and what was wrong." I replied simply.

Giving a small sigh, she looked me over with a pitying expression. "First things first, if you'd be willing to indulge me. Can you please tell me what you remembered before you woke up? Your most recent memories will do for this question."

I gulped nervously, "Alright... Well... It was my sister's graduation ceremony at her high school. I was driving with my parents to pick her up and surprise her that I was back from college. We were driving back to our house, and... and..."

Didn't something else happen after that? Wasn't I drinking champagne or something? That doesn't make any sense though... Why would I be stupid enough to drink and drive? Hell, I don’t even drink in the first place...

I scrunched up my eyes in thought, but nothing else came to mind. Everything after that was a total blank.

The good doctor, seeing my confused expression, nodded to herself as she came to her definitive conclusion. "It's as I feared. It seems my skills weren't enough to fix you a hundred percent. The glass that was embedded into your head must have done some damage to the hippocampus. You're suffering from amnesia."

I was hoping that wasn't the case, but I can't say I'm surprised. The moment I heard 2026, I knew something was wrong with me.

She continued on, "I can't tell how bad the amnesia is without asking further questions, but if I had to make a professional guess, I'd say that you've probably lost about six or seven years worth of memories."

"Six or seven years. Jesus Christ." I laid back on my bed and blankly stared at the white ceiling. "It's almost hard to accept. That basically means that I'm about seven years behind on the events of my own life. So much must have happened since then, and I can't even imagine what must have transpired."

How was my family? Is my sister alright? Did she already graduate college? Who was I in the future? Did I finally get a stable job? Did I ever make any new friends? Did I ever get married? Do I have any children yet?

So many questions, and yet I felt like I barely had enough time to find the answers to them all.

"Would you mind if I ask some questions to see how much you've forgotten? How much you know and how much you've lost is absolutely crucial as we go forward to try to get you recovered." She asked.

"Right, right." I shook my head clear from all distracting thoughts. "Fire away. The sooner we can fix this, the better."

"For starters, I'd like you to tell me who you are and what you're like, as you now currently know yourself. For example; your full name, your address, your family history, and any other relevant information you deem necessary to know about you."

Wait...

"I get what you're trying to do, doc," I began to ask, "but wouldn't it be necessary to get someone who knows me well enough that they can cross-reference everything I know and forgot about? Telling you everything about myself would be kind of pointless otherwise."

She gave such a pained expression when I told her that, that I almost instantly regretted uttering the words. She can't seriously be...?

"Unless... you and I already know each other?" I hesitantly asked.

She looked away and readjusted her glasses (she seems to do that a lot even when she doesn't need to, must be a nervous tic) before hiding away her frown with a professional smile. "Don't worry about any of that for now. I don't want to overwhelm you too much too soon. We start slow first and then we can go from there." She cleared her throat, "But to answer your question, yes. Yes, we do know each other. I'm confident that I know you well enough to determine how serious your condition is, so I hope you can put your trust in me."

I dumbly nodded, "Okay..."

Seriously, she and I know each other? Her? This bombshell of a doctor, who's probably much more successful than I was, was friends with me? Close enough friends that she knows me well enough to determine how fucked up my amnesia was?

How the hell did I manage to do something like that, I wondered? Were she and I... um... together? Or are we just close friends?

I actually don't know which relationship I'd prefer, to be honest.

Anyway, I went on and on as I explained and told her everything I knew about myself. Deciding that I didn't know her well enough to really trust her with everything, I would only go on to tell what I assumed was a good enough general idea about myself without leaking any of my private life. My name was John Doe, I lived in Florida for most of my life, I was studying at college to find and get a job with steady income (maybe something in the medical or technology field), I had a sister who was two years younger than me named Shelly Doe, my father's name was Johnathon Doe Sr., my mother's name was Glynda Doe, my birthday is January 25, 1999. I had a hobby of watching detective shows, I'm not into sports of any kind, and I liked eating pizza of any variety as long as it didn't contain pineapple. Hate pineapple on pizza.

"Heheheh," The doctor laughed, "Glad to know your sense of humor hasn't changed since five years ago to now."

The doctor (Jesus Christ, I need to learn her name soon- I hate having to refer to her as just a doctor) sat patiently as she listened on and on to my autobiographical ramblings. I only went into detail about the most average and normal info about myself, deciding to keep all the more embarrassing and juicy bits by myself for now. Just because she and I apparently know each other, doesn't mean I need to reveal something I may not have told her about before.

She nodded along to everything I said as I finally finished recounting everything I knew about myself so far. Readjusting her glasses again for the umpteenth time so far, she gave it some thought before asking, "Is that all you know about yourself so far?"

"All the basics, at the least." I informed her.

"I see..." She hummed, "Well... Base on what you've told me, it seems that all of your memories from before the day of your sister's graduation is still intact and untouched. The amnesia seems to have only affected everything since after that. You don't seem to recall anything prior to the recent incident, and it really is a tragedy that you've forgotten so much of your life, but at the very least you didn't forget everything." With a smile, she reassured me, "The worst-case scenario was that you would either never wake up from a coma, or wake up completely brain dead. You have no idea how much of a miracle it is that you've only suffered amnesia, despite everything that's happened. Potentially, we might even get all your memories back slowly through therapy. Even if we couldn't, at least you're still alive."

Well, that's good news at least. I'm sure I'll slowly start to remember everything once I learn more about myself and what I've been up to in the past five years. It can't be too hard, considering who we're talking about here. I'm sure my life hasn't been that eventful from five years ago to now, so it won't take too long to reacclimate to modern life.

...right?

Anyway, enough about me. I've been curious about this ever since the doctor confirmed that we actually knew each other before the amnesia thing. Let's talk to her about that.

"I think it's only fair that you tell me who you are now, don't you think? I just spent the last ten minutes giving an autobiography about myself, so at the very least, you could do the same." I pointed out.

Readjusting her glasses, she blushed a bit and stuttered, "O-Oh, well... Um... I guess so if you want. There's a bit of a caveat of asking me about myself though..."

"Such as?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well... uh... It's sort of difficult to explain, considering your predicament. I'm afraid you don't exactly have the full context to really understand who I am if I were to explain everything about myself. It might even lead to more questions being raised, and that might cause some undue stress and confusion that you really shouldn't have right now."

"Alright then, why not just start with the basics? We can worry about the rest of the details later." I compromised, "At least tell me your name so that I can stop referring you as 'Doc' all the time."

She frowned sadly at that, and I felt like wanting to slap myself for being so tactless. "Right... I forgot that you don't even remember my name."

"Eheh... sorry." I mumbled apologetically.

"It's not your fault, my lor- I mean... John." She quickly corrected herself.

Wait, what was she about to call me? My luh-? Luh-what? Didn't she call me something similar before that?

"I guess I can start it off simple..." She began, bringing me out of my thoughts, "My name is Stacy Mandel. I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm also a doctor as well as a research lab assistant. I'm first and foremost a plastic surgeon, but I usually help conduct research and experiments to cure unknown diseases."

"Yeesh! You're an accomplished plastic surgeon AND also a scientist? And you're only twenty-three years old?! You're barely any older than me!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, well..." She seemed to blush at the praise, "I've been told repeatedly by..." She paused for a moment here, looking at me cautiously, "my mentor that I'm apparently a prodigy when it comes to this stuff. He taught me everything I knew, but he always seems to downplay his own role when it comes to nurturing my talent."

"Man, that's lucky." I sighed, "I wish I was skilled enough to become an accomplished scientist surgeon at a young age like that. I wouldn't ever have to worry about income for the rest of my life."

She did her best to hide her smirk as she looked away, "Hmf- Yes, I see. It’s difficult for those who don't have the fortitude for it. It truly takes only the best to be good at the craft."

I couldn't help but wonder why she was snickering at that. Must be some sort of in-joke between us that I've forgotten about. Ah well, I'll get around to that later.

"I guess that means I have you to thank for saving my life, right? You were the one that did the operation to remove the glass from my dome chrome?" I asked, slightly tapping my noggin. I flinched from the touch. Apparently, still sensitive. Stupid of me.

She smiled brightly, "I did. I gave my absolute everything, knowing that your life was at stake. I used all the knowledge that my mentor taught me in order to save you." Her smile turned bitter though, as she said, "I wish I could have done better though. Maybe I might have been able to prevent your amnesia."

I waved it away, "Nah, you did what you could. Nobody could have asked more from you. Seriously, I'm grateful for all you've done."

She seemed to cheer up from that, readjusting her glasses with a gleeful grin, "Whenever you need me. Anytime, anywhere."

Anytime, anywhere, she says. We must be really close if she can say that to me so eagerly.

Seriously, how the flying fuck did I manage to befriend someone like her? Great body, smart mind, accomplished surgeon and research scientist at age 22- Why the hell was she hanging out with an average guy like me for? She should be hanging out with guys from science communities, not dumbasses like me.

I wondered if I ever tried to pursue a romantic relationship with her? Eh, but then again, I don't think I have a chance in hell with someone like that. So maybe not.

"How long have we've known each other for, anyway? You act like we should be pretty close friends." I asked her.

She seemed hesitant to answer, "Well... Not too long, I suppose, depending on your perspective. It may have been three or four years since we've first met."

"Really? How did we first meet then?"

"Well, I guess we technically first met back when I was still studying at university. It was around that time when my mentor saw my potential and decided to take me under his apprenticeship." She recounted.

"Oh, so does that mean I also know your mentor too? Were we classmates in college or something? It would make sense since I've also considered getting a job in the medical industry."

She slowly looked more uncomfortable as I kept asking questions. Tapping the side of her glasses, she cleared her throat as she finally decided, "You know what, it would be hard to explain everything right now. I don't want to expose you too much on the off chance that it might overwhelm you. I'd rather we take things slow and steady for now to see how you react. It would be very... confusing for you if I were to go into our relationship now otherwise."

Sheesh, that's foreboding. Did I have some sort of dark secret or something that she thinks I can't handle?

Well, she is the doctor here, plus she knows me well enough to know how I might react. I'm gonna have to trust her medical opinion on this.

"If you say so, Dr. Mandel." I conceded to her while also finally able to put a name on her face.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise for some reason, before awkwardly looking away from me. With an embarrassed smile, she softly asked, "C... Can you say that again?"

"Say what?"

"My name. You just said it a moment ago."

"What, Dr. Mandel?" I repeated.

That seemed to earn a wry smile from her as she giggled, "Yes. That." She cleared her throat, "Sorry. It's just... You've never called me that before. It's always been Miss Stacy when we're together. It just felt nice to have you refer to me as a doctor for the first time."

"The hell? That was the first time I ever called you a doctor?"

What am I, a fucking prick or something? The hell?

"As I said, without context, it wouldn't make any sense if I explained it now. You don't have to worry about that until much later." She quickly explained, "I am sorry for making you feel out of the loop all of the time, but it really is best to take things one step at a time."

Hrm.

"Alright, fine." I begrudgingly nodded, "So... do I keep calling you Dr. Mandel, or would you prefer if I call you Miss Stacy like I apparently always do?"

With a soft smile, she told me, "While it's nice to hear you call me Dr. Mandel, I don't think I'd ever get used to it properly. I'd like it if you kept calling me Miss Stacy."

"If you say so." I shrugged, "So then, Miss Stacy, where do you suppose I go from here?"

She stood up and hummed to herself in thought, considering the next step for me to take. Walking away from me, I could hear her talking to herself as she mumbled, "There are too many things in his life that might trigger another shock. Too many variables. If he gets introduced too early, it might drastically leave permanent damage to his psyche... Damn it, why did it have to be specifically a seven-year gap in his memories?" She muttered angrily as she tapped her forehead, "Couldn't have been a three-year gap, at least then, he wouldn't potentially freak out over the castle..."

Castle? The hell? Do I own a castle or something, or is she talking about something else?

"Hm... Maybe that will do. It's humble enough that it might surprise him, but not overwhelm him. Plus, if I spin it in a realistic way, he won't suspect anything further. Alright." She nodded to herself before turning back to me. "I've decided that it's best we take you to someplace more familiar and homely for the time being. Get you in a relaxing environment before we continue doing anything else. Once there, I'll take the time to explain a few things further and we'll see how you react. If everything goes well, I'll deem whether it's a good idea or not for you to go to cognitive therapy to get the rest of your memories back."

"I see." I hummed, deciding to ignore what she meant by something being humble enough to not overwhelm me. "Are you sure it's best to take me out of the hospital so soon though? I mean, I literally just woke up from a three-day coma."

"You're right." She nodded, "Don't worry. We'll have you examined to see if there's anything else potentially wrong with you and get your vitals checked. Once we've determined that you're fit to move, I'll transport you to..." She hesitated, "my penthouse apartment."

"Wow, living the high life, aren't you? Can't imagine how much you make in order to afford renting a penthouse." I chuckled.

"Ahem. Indeed. Benefits of being a surgical doctor in this day and age, of course." She awkwardly told me. "Anyway, I'll be going to update your condition with my staff. I'll be sending a nurse to bring you food and a new medical gown to change into. Take the time to gain your bearings, follow the nurse's instructions, and don't leave this room until I say you're healthy enough to leave. Got it, Lor-MMM- John?"

She did the thing again. Hm.

"Sure thing, Miss Stacy. I'll see you when I see you then." I gave her a wink and a thumbs up.

Stacy gave back a warm smile and left the room, leaving me stuck here with all these tubes in my arms, the slightly annoying beeping of my heart monitor, and alone with my thoughts to accompany me.

...

...

...

So yeah anyway, she's fucking hiding shit from me.

Not maliciously, at least I'd like to believe. But she's definitely doing it to prevent me from freaking out about something.

Can't necessarily blame her, considering that I almost died when she told me it was the year 2026. Better safe than sorry.

Still though, I hate not being able to know anything. What exactly did she think was so serious that I wouldn't be able to handle it?

...

God, fucking 2026. I fucking missed my own college graduation, and I probably missed my sister's as well. I hope she's still doing alright. I imagine she's found a decent job or married a decent guy. Mom and Dad are probably retired now. They've been saving up money in order to live in Toronto, Canada, so they've probably accomplished that already.

How much has society changed since the past six or seven years, I wonder? Has new technology come out? Do holograms exist yet for the casual consumer?

I just realized that we probably have a new president by now. Wonder who he was. Or she. Then again, I hate politics, so I probably wouldn't care.

Most importantly, how much has MY life changed since the past seven years? I wonder what job I have right now.

Heh, maybe I'm a doctor too. That would explain why I'm hanging out with someone like Doctor Stacy Mandel. Maybe we're co-workers.

"Nah, that's not likely." I chuckled to myself.

I wonder how I met her though? College, right? Hope I don't harbor some sort of secret grudge against her. Maybe she and I were competing to get the attention of this doctor mentor of hers and I drew the short straw. It would suck if I find out I was that petty, especially to someone as nice as her.

God, so many questions, and yet I have to wait in order to get any of them answered. If only I had my phone with me, I could probably call my sis to get me up to date. Assuming we never changed phone numbers for the past seven years.

Couldn't have given me a TV in this room, could ya? I'd just go check the news channel to see what was going on with the world and everything would be hunky-dory. But nope. Not even that.

Bleugh. I hate this.

With my arms all wired to medical equipment and shit, I probably can't even jerk off if I wanted to.

Not gonna lie, I've been somewhat horny ever since I woke up in this hospital. Due to in no small part by all the extremely curvy nurses here. Stacy too.

Fucking hell, what is up with all the women in this hospital being so hot? Was it just pure coincidence, maybe? Did American society evolve from being stereotypically obese from hamburgers to being fit and tone from protein shakes?

Actually, now that I mention it...

I slowly lifted my blanket up to see how my body looked.

Damn son, since when did I rock a 4-pack? Apparently, John Doe from 2026 is a fit motherfucker. I must have gotten off my ass and actually started working out. That's awesome to know. I wonder how I looked in a mirror, maybe I might have a chance with girls after all.

And there's the boner I've been trying to hide ever since I've been talking to Stacy. Seriously, her body is god damn distracting, it's a wonder how I managed to retain constant eye contact with her during the entire time we spoke. Does she even know what effects her body has on me? She has to know, right? There's no way she's clueless about it.

...wait a minute...

Did... Did my penis grow larger?

No, for real. My penis looks like it's larger. Like, it's about seven inches long. That's twice the size than it originally was.

I'm not going crazy, am I?

"How the hell...?" I muttered to myself, holding it upright to study it.

At that moment, the door opened to reveal a nurse carrying a food tray and a plastic bag containing what I assumed was my replacement gown.

I hastily covered myself with my blanket and left my hands on top, praying that my boner wasn't obviously sticking out.

With a polite smile, the nurse laid the tray of food and bag right next to me, "Doctor Stacy Mandel explained the whole situation to us. I'm so sorry that you're suffering from amnesia, my-" She shook her head and cleared her throat, "Mister Doe. But rest assured, we'll have you cured lickety-split and get you back to your duties sooner than you can say gonorrhea!"

Well, she's quite peppy. And also has a massive rack and hourglass body too- seriously why the fuck do they all look like pornstars Iwanttofuckingknowalready-

"Duties, did you say? What do you mean by that?" I noticed.

She covered her mouth like she just made a mistake, and tried laughing it off, "Don't pay any mind to me, sir. I just like calling jobs that. It sounds fancy, that's all. Like how I do my duty as a nurse to help get patients all better!"

"Right..." I raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Anywho, here. Let's disconnect you from our equipment and get this blanket off so that we can get you changed." She cheerfully told me, tactlessly ripping my blanket away from me before I could even react.

Aaaaaand there it is. Standing seven inches tall in all of its girthy glory, hiding right under my current gown.

The nurse seemed speechless, to say the least, looking dumbfounded as she homed her eyes directly at the protruding organ of mine.

With a blush, I went to cover it and push it down, "I... am so sorry that you had to witness that. It's been a while, I haven't had the opportunity to take care of it yet."

"It... it's no trouble, sir. Happen's all the time for men your age." She reassured me in a neutral tone. "I... I'll be needing you to let go so that... that I can help pull the tubes off of you and get you out of your clothes..."

Oh god, can this situation get any more awkward?

Hesitantly, I did as she asked, laying my arms on my side and letting my Free Willy spring free. Annoyingly, it seemed eager to gain the attention of the nurse, because it hasn't calmed down one bit.

The nurse picked up the food tray she laid down literally a moment ago to put it down on the table on the other side. Instead of going around me to put it down though, she decided that the best course of action would be to bend forward, laying her massive boobs on my chest, in order to reach it and set down my tray.

Slowly, PAINFULLY SLOWLY, she went to undo and disconnect all the tubes on one of my arms, patching up holes and giving me bandaids, all while rubbing her boobs against me like she was ironing out a shirt. I couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose or not. My mind says that she's obviously not doing this on purpose, but my heart says BOOBIES!

After everything was done, she finally told me, "Okay. Would you like me to take your gown off, or would you prefer to remove it yourself?"

Let's not make this any more awkward than it has to be. "I can take it off myself, thanks." I awkwardly chuckled.

Sitting up, I went to untie the hospital gown and pull it off. The nurse made it a point to not have the decency to turn away and give me any privacy at all. So I was basically stripping naked in front of her.

The boner did not help matters, still cheerfully bouncing around like a wagging dog tail.

"Your little buddy seems restless." She had the audacity to comment that in front of my face, in this already awkward tension between us.

Is she a sadist? Does she enjoy making guys like me squirm from embarrassment?

"I... I know. Like I said, three-day coma, didn't have the time to take care of it." I muttered squeamishly. "Can you please hand the replacement gown?"

I reached out my hand while looking away, waiting for her to hand me the only thing that can help me hide my shame.

Instead of doing that though, she actually pushed my gown away from me, "I... um... don't think the gown will fit you. At least, not while you're like that."

"...excuse me?" I blinked.

"I think... it's only right as a nurse to help... relieve tension in your body so that you can wear the gown more comfortably. Otherwise, it's not going to fit." She scratched the back of her neck, "Yeah. Let's go with that."

...

Wat.

"So... um... Doctor's orders were to follow the nurse's instructions." She reminded me. "And my instructions are... for you to lay back down and let me take care of you so that you can relax again. Please."

Is she serious? Is this for real? Am I getting pranked right now? What the fuck is going on right now.

Despite my dumbfounded state, I ended up following her commands without realizing it. I had laid back down flat on my back, uncovered and erect as the day I was born.

She doesn't mean she's going to... she's not talking about actually... it's just... she's not, right? I'm just a pervert, right? She totally means to do something else, not actually 'take care of me' like-

AAAND SHE'S CLIMBING ON TOP OF THE BED WITH ME AND TAKING OFF HER GLOVES. OKAY- YEAH, SHE ACTUALLY LITERALLY MEANT IT THAT WAY, SHE'S GOING TO MAKE ME CUM-

"Waitwaitwait-" I reached out a palm to interrupt her, "Are you sure this is okay?! Doesn't this breach some sort of safety health code violation or something?!"

I don't know why the fuck I'm cockblocking myself right now, maybe the whole situation is causing me to try to regain some form of rationality that's surely already left through the window-

"You can trust me. I'm a licensed medical nurse. I do what I can to help my poor patients~..." She gave me a sultry smile, leaning her lips closer to my cock, "Now hold still until I suck you dry. Doctor's orders."

MEEP.