Nesia 018

Kale glanced over at her once, but quickly returned to his search in the kitchen.  He did not say a word, even when Nesia tried to stare holes through his soul.  It did not give her anything other than an increased headache.  No new memory, or even new information.  All she knew was that Kale was familiar and not someone who left the house often, if ever.  Even that information was hardly helpful.

Nesia sighed and buried her head into the couch.  Sometimes it felt like her mind was going backwards from the amnesia rather than coming back.  Her knowledge was there, she could feel it, but it seemed to be intentionally teasing her with random tidbits while holding back everything she actually wanted.

“Blue?” Kale gently shook her and Nesia jerked up.

She had must have passed out because the sun and her stomach both proclaimed it was dinner time.  The most heavenly smell wafted through the suite, Nesia’s body immediately recognized it as one of her favorite recipes.  She could not remember the name, but she know it was good.

“How are you feeling?” Kale asked, studying her intently.

“Hungry,” Nesia answered.  “I don’t remember when I last ate.  Where’d you get ingredients?”

“Ordered.”  He motioned for her to follow, seemingly satisfied with her alertness.

Nesia got up and followed him to the kitchen and perched on one of the bar stools rather than sit at the table.  “What’s this stuff called again?  I know I like it but I don’t know what it is.”

“Chicken Corden Bleu,” Kale answered.  “You did say you like it in spite of your name.”

Her name.  He had said it earlier.  Though Nesia would have classified it as a color rather than a name.  It was not even her favorite color.  One thing was certain, though.  He did not call her Kate, Katherine, or any manner of the Algernon heiress.

“Why is my name Blue?” Nesia asked as she tried to not inhale the food in front of her, instead savoring its goodness.

“I don’t know.  It’s what everyone else calls you.”

“What’s my real name?”

“I don’t know,” came the answer again.  “Card’s the only one who knows that.  And maybe Cam.”

“But my name’s not Kate,” Nesia pressed.

“You’ve been Kate several times before,” Kale shrugged as he started playing with his food.  “Sorry, Blue, but I don’t know the details and if I did I would not give them all to you now.”

“First, it’s Nesia for now,” she declared.  “Second, why not?”

“The doctor said that memory overload could actually cause permanent damage.” Kale looked at her calmly, no apology in his eyes.  “Which it can.  Anyway, I was asked to interrupt you if you start doing that.”

“Why you?” Nesia asked.

Even as the words left her mouth, she could feel the pull of remembrance.  It did not last long as Kale snapped his fingers right in front of her face.  She glared at him, but realized that her constant headache was not getting worse.

“You don’t look well enough right now,” was Kale’s answer to the glare.  “You’re highly triggered by anything with no control over your breaking points.  Maybe later.”

“Seriously?” though she knew he was right.  Kale did understand the mind under pressure.

“Yes.”

Nesia continued to clean her plate, her appetite undiminished by the exchange.  “So what now?”

“You should probably get some sleep,” Kale answered.  “Cam will come by in the morning and I’ll make sure she doesn’t stay longer than you can handle.”

“And what about you?” there was concern in her voice, though Nesia could not identify why it was there.

“Don’t worry,” Kale answered, his eyes suddenly lighting up.  “I found a new hobby.  Did you know there’s this thing called origami?  You fold paper to make it art.  Anyway, it fell out of favor as an art form with all of the digital advancements and save the trees activism.  But I found paper and books.  It should be simple enough to learn the basics.”

Nesia laughed.  It was always nice to see Kale excited about something.  “You’ll have to show me it when you learn more.  But please don’t overload my mind with it now.”

“Sure,” Kale agreed.  “Now go to bed.”

As much as she wanted to protest, Nesia realized that Kale had a point.  Even with her nap she was still exhausted.  It was not a physical exhaustion, but the feeling that her mind had run through a blender several times that day.  It had only been two weeks since her accident anyway.  She could not expect to relearn years of her life in only a few minutes.

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How about a dream sequence?

1 – Nightmare

2 – Action

3 – Comedy

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