Amnesia(Rayray) Henry Samson didn't expect anything out of the ordinary when he was driving home on that snowy Wednesday night. But when his head lights revealed the tip of a car, he screeched to a stop, got a flash light, and went to investigate. His torch shone on a car, the front end smashed into a tree, the bumper mangled beyond repair. Henry's breath caught in his throat as he made his way over, hoping to find someone alive. A quick look in the car told him that no one was inside, but he found the driver's door open, and there were footsteps leading away, slowly being covered by the snow. He gasped when he saw drops of blood near the foot prints. He followed the trail and was shocked to find a young woman lying in the snow, a gash on her forehead pouring blood out.

20 minutes later the ambulance had carried both of them to the hospital, and Henry was telling the police all he knew. When they finished asking questions, "Wait," He said, "Could I please stay?" They refused, but Henry told them that he himself was a doctor, and he was returning from work when he found the woman. He was granted permission, and slipping into his white coat, he walked briskly to the room where the young woman was staying. He saw that the nurses had cleaned her up, and that the woman was really a beautiful woman, with a slightly round face, and long brown hair splayed out on the pillow behind her.

It took a week for the woman to wake up. They were shocked to find that she couldn't remember anything.
"Where am I?" She asked. They told her. "Why?" She asked. They told her that too, and asked her how the accident happened, who she was, and if she had family. She didn't know.
"This isn't good," Henry whispered to one of the nurses. "Amnesia." She nodded.

"We weren't able to find any traces of family, either. She didn't have a wallet with her, or if she did, it fell in the snow." The nurse told him. He looked at his clip board grimly.

2 weeks later and she still couldn't remember anything. But the nurses and doctors loved her, as she had a sense of humour and a pleasant air around her. One day, Henry was checking her vitals, when she said, "This is weird."
"Huh?"
"This. Not being able to remember anything about me, or my life. It's...It's like a blank space when I try to think about it."
Henry patted her hand gently. "It's ok."
She grinned up at him. "You know, you're pretty young to be a doctor, not much older than me." She looked confused. "If I knew how old that was."
Henry laughed. "Yes, I guess I am. I'm only 23."
"Young."
"Yep."

That night the girl, or "Sunny" as the hospital staff liked to call her, had a dream. She didn't know this until the next morning, but she was dreaming about her accident. When she told Henry, he was very excited.
"What do you remember?"
She smiled softly. "I remember you covering me with your jacket, and carrying me to your car, and then sirens." She shrugged. "That's all."
He smiled. "That's exactly what happened."
She smiled up at him. "Thank you, Henry."
"No problem."

Each night she would remember more and more. And then one day, her memory came back fully. The whole staff was buzzing with excitement.
"SO," a nurse said, "I guess her name isn't Sunny."
"Nope." Henry replied. "It's Annie. Annie Robin Jackson." But he was sad. As selfish at it sounded, he didn't want the pretty girl to leave. But she did, sadly, with an emotional reunion with her family, and then, she was gone.

Henry didn't hear from her for 3 years. But one day, Henry was sitting in a coffee shop, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, when a girl with bright blue eyes and soft brown hair sat across from him. He looked at her a little oddly.
"Hello..." He said, confused. The girl laughed.
"Why, Henry, you don't remember good ol' Annie?"
His face went blank. "Sunny?" She tried again. This time his face flooded with recognition.
"Hey, Annie! You look great!"
"Thanks," she smiled, "all thanks to you."

They talked for a while, before agreeing to meet for coffee the next day, and then they had a lunch date, and then a dinner date, and then they kissed for the first time. Annie married Henry a year later, and the night before the wedding, they drove past the place where Henry had first found her.

"All thanks to you." She whispered, kissing him softly.

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