A/N: Well, hey there readers. :)
So, I've got another fic for all of you. It won't be updated as quickly, because I'm writing as I get feedback. So far, I've got two chapters done. I want to know what you guys think, however. Let me know how you want the story to go. After all your awesome feedback on Stargazer...I just couldn't even handle it. xD
Alrightey then. Here we go - Chapter 1 of Forget Me Not. :)

It was another Friday night, nothing wrong at all. They were driving home from the movies, holding hands and singing along with the loud music he'd always play on the radio. It was still Dead Hand. Always Dead Hand.

She looked to her left, and she screamed.

And then he heard the sound of metal crunching around him, the snap and shatter of glass as it fell.

And then there was nothing.

x

She woke up, laying in a hospital bed, tubes crawling out of her arm and bandages wrapped all over her body. Her eyes were too tired to stay open, but her adrenaline was pumping. She sat up as far as she could, looking around the room for him. But she couldn't find him. She tried to step out of the bed, but her body was wracked with pain. A buzzer went off, and a nurse came rushing in. She tried to push Clare back onto the bed, but Clare fought back until her fatigued body succumbed. She was sobbing now, and the nurse went about checking her wires and tubes, making sure everything was still soundly in place. Clare grabbed the woman's arm, drawing her attention.

"Eli Goldsworthy. The man I was in the accident with. Where is he? How is he?" Clare asked, her voice raspy from lack of use.

The nurse placed her hand on Clare's, and she sighed. "Ma'am, I'm not sure you want to know..."

Clare just shook her head. "Please. You need to tell me. I...I love him." She choked back another sob, as tears coursed down her cheeks.

"Well, he's in surgery right now. The doctors say he's got pretty bad internal bleeding, and they'll be shocked if he comes out of this alright. His head's pretty banged up, and the oncoming car crushed his arm. They say he's lucky to have survived."

Clare couldn't help the sobs that came now. The nurse looked at her with pity, and slowly left the room. She laid down then, curling on her side, and cried until her eyes were dry.

x

He woke up to white walls, beeping in his ear, bright lights harassing his eyes. His body felt as though it was on fire. He looked to his left, looked to his right, and slowly sat up. His head was throbbing, and were there three doors? He closed his eyes and swallowed. Counted to five. And opened them again. He took in his surroundings, once they stopped spinning. Where was he? It smelled sterile, and he definitely wasn't home. He raised his right hand to clutch his aching head, and felt bandages. He tried to move his left arm, but he couldn't feel it. He looked to his side, and saw that his left arm was covered in plaster. His exposed fingers were raw and scraped. He pulled the blankets off his legs, and took in his hospital gown, and his bandage-wrapped legs. He heard a door open, and his head shot up. He clutched at it again, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the room from spinning.

"Mr. Goldsworthy, I'm glad to see you're awake." He heard the official voice of a doctor, and chuckled.

"Dude, Mr. Goldsworthy's my father. I'm Eli."

The doctor smiled (Eli had finally opened his eyes), and continued. "Alright, Eli. I'm Dr. Prewett, I've been your attending physician while you've been here. How are you feeling? I'm assuming you've got a good case of the spins?"

Eli nodded, and smirked. "On top of that, my whole body aches. Although I can't feel my busted arm over here. And I have...no idea why I'm here. Care to fill me in?" Eli chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. The doctor pulled a chair over, and sat down with a sigh.

"Eli...you were in a massive car crash. You were t-boned by an oncoming truck. The driver of that vehicle was intoxicated, obviously. Your girlfriend made it out of the accident alright, but you...well, there was a lot of internal bleeding. Your liver was punctured by some shrapnel, your left arm was shattered, and you had a hairline fracture on your skull. We had to put you out for a bit...you've been in a coma for a week."

Eli just sat there, taking everything in. He didn't know what to say. But he stopped for a moment and was flabberghasted. "Woah, wait up. Girlfriend?"

The doctor chuckled. "Yes, Eli, your girlfriend. She's been worried sick about you. She hasn't left your bedside. I sent her off to get some coffee a bit ago, and - oh, it looks like she's back now!"

With that, the door opened again, and a beautiful strawberry blonde came into the room. She was holding a cup of coffee in her hand, and she nearly dropped it upon looking at him. Eli couldn't help but wonder who she was. She placed her coffee on the nearest table, then rushed over to his side, taking his face in her hands and kissing him soundly. His heart monitor began to beep louder, and the doctor chuckled. "Please, Ms. Edwards, I don't think his poor heart can take it."

She pulled away only then, tears brimming from her eyes. "Eli...god, I missed you." She grasped his hand then, holding it tightly.

Eli could only sit there, confused. He had no recollection of this girl. None whatsoever, except for her eyes. He cocked his head to the side, and smirked.

"No offense, Blue Eyes, but I haven't got a damn clue who you are."

Clare's jaw dropped, and she looked to the doctor. She looked back to Eli, and was just dumbfounded. Had he really forgotten her?