brows rose. ‘That seems an excessive amount of time to me. Surely your patient was fit to travel before then?’
This was the difficult bit, the part she didn’t want to explain. ‘Sadly, the patient died a week later.’
‘But you didn’t go home?’
She shook her head.
‘Why not?’
‘I’d never visited Florence before and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to see something of the city and surrounding area.’
‘So you stayed to do some sightseeing?’ His tone was flat and she couldn’t blame it for the shiver that passed through her. It took every scrap of composure she could muster to answer.
‘Yes.’ She stood up, making a great show of checking her watch. ‘I’m sorry but I really do need to get on.’
‘Of course.’ He stood up as well, looking so big and male as he towered over that her heart beat all the harder. ‘Will you just answer me one final question, Gina?’
‘If I can.’
‘Did you also stay on in Florence because of me?’
Gina bit her lip. She could lie, of course, but she knew him well enough to guess that he would see through it. Tipping back her head, she looked him in the eyes. ‘Yes, I did. Now, if that’s all …’
She walked around the desk, steeling herself as she passed him. How she ached to touch him, to lay her hand on his arm and tell him the rest, that she had stayed because she had fallen in love with him, had thought he had loved her too, but what was the point? No doubt Marco would remember it all in time, remember those few glorious weeks they’d had before he had realised that he had no longer wanted her, although his memory of what had happened must be very different from hers. Tears pricked her eyes and she turned away. She refused to let him see her cry, refused to let him take away her dignity as well as everything else!
‘I am sorry, Gina, so very sorry that I can’t remember.’
The regret in his voice was almost too much. Somehow she made it out of the door but it was hard to hold onto her composure. When Julie came back from her break, she told her she was going to the canteen and hurriedly departed. And as the lift swept her up to the top floor, the tears that she had held at bay trickled down her cheeks.
She had loved Marco so much! Loved him with her heart, her soul and every scrap of her being, but it hadn’t been enough. Not for him. He had taken her love and tossed it back in her face and there was no way that she would risk that happening again.
Gina took a deep breath as the lift came to a halt. Whatever she and Marco had had was over. What she needed to focus on now was Lily—the one good thing to have come out of the whole terrible experience. So long as Lily was safe and happy, nothing else mattered.
If he had hoped that talking to Gina would set his mind at rest, Marco was disappointed. He spent the night thinking about what he had learned or, more importantly, what he hadn’t. He sensed that Gina was keeping something from him and had no idea how he could find out what it was. Maybe he should wait until his memory returned of its own accord and go from there?
He sighed. He had no idea how long it would be before he could remember everything that had happened and he wasn’t sure if he could wait. It was obvious that Gina wasn’t going to tell him anything else, so if he was to find out what she was keeping from him then he would have to start digging for the information himself. And to do that, he needed to get out of here. When Steven Pierce arrived shortly after eight a.m. Marco could barely contain his impatience.
‘Good morning, Dr Andretti. How are you feeling today?’ Steven enquired as he lifted Marco’s chart off the end of the bed. The night staff had gone off duty by then and there was another nurse with him who introduced herself as Sister Thomas. Marco found himself wishing that it was Gina standing there, Gina with her soothing voice, her gentle manner, her beautiful smile. The world always seemed a much nicer place when Gina was around.
The thought slid into his head and he knew that it had occurred to him before. There was a familiarity about it that resonated deep inside him. Marco took a quick breath, feeling little waves of panic rippling along his veins. Gina had meant something to him in the past, something more than he would have expected if they’d had a casual affair. And the fact that any woman could have had this effect on him after Francesca stunned him.
‘Dr Andretti?’
‘Scusi.’ Marco hurriedly marshalled his thoughts when he realised that Steven was waiting for him to answer. ‘I am feeling a lot better this morning, thank you.’
‘Good. That’s what we like to hear, isn’t it, Sister?’
‘Indeed, Doctor.’
Marco tried not to wince when the woman spoke. She had a particularly irritating voice, rather nasal and high-pitched, completely different from Gina’s low, sweet tones … He stamped down hard on that thought, forcing himself to concentrate as Steven asked him a series of questions aimed, Marco suspected, at checking how much of his memory had returned.
‘That’s excellent,’ the registrar concluded. ‘You obviously recall a lot more today than you did yesterday. Most people suffering from retrograde amnesia find that the gap in their memory continues to shrink over a period of time. I’m hoping that is what will happen with you.’
‘Do you have any idea how long it will be before I remember everything?’ Marco demanded. Maybe he would feel easier if he knew that in a week’s time, say, he would remember all about him and Gina. What was so frustrating was the fact that he had no idea when the details of their relationship would come back to him.
‘Sadly, that’s a question I can’t answer. It could be hours or it could be months.’ Steven’s tone was sombre. ‘To be perfectly frank, Dr Andretti, your memory might never come back completely. It’s one of the hardest things anyone who has suffered from amnesia has to live with, the feeling that there may be something he or she can’t remember. All I can advise you to do is to take it one step at a time and see what happens.’
Marco knew that it was good advice, advice he, himself, would have given a patient. However, it was very different being on the receiving end. ‘Surely there is something you can do to speed up the process!’
‘I’m afraid not.’ Steven looked a little taken aback by his vehemence. ‘Rest and relaxation are what will help most at the moment. That’s why I’ve arranged for you to be transferred to a private room. You should find it more peaceful there.’
‘No.’ Marco shook his head. ‘I have no intention of remaining here. I feel perfectly fine, quite well enough to leave.’
‘Oh, I really don’t think that is a good idea,’ Steven began, but Marco held up his hand.
‘I have made my decision. Physically, I am fit enough to leave, do you agree?’
‘Well, yes,’ Steven conceded.
‘Bene. So the only problem I have is my inability to remember everything that has happened in the past and as you have just told me, Dr Pierce, there is no knowing how long it will be before that issue resolves itself.’ He shrugged. ‘I cannot remain here indefinitely.’
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