I have almost finished rewriting this story. I hope you like it and thank you for waiting patiently. I will most likely have the entire story up by next weekend.

Casey woke up to an annoying beeping noise. Her head was hurting but when she lifted her hand to touch it she wasn't able to. She opened up her eyes and looked at her hand and noticed there was a cast on it. She looked around the room and it was bright with pastels a rustling in the corner brought her attention. There in the corner was a slightly familiar man. He was sleeping with his hand on his knee and his head in his hand. After a moments thought she realized it was Derek but he looked so different. He had stubble from not being shaved. When did Derek become capable of growing facial hair? His hair was also cut short.

Casey tried to sit up but decided against it when pain shot through her body. "Derek?" her voice came out raspy. He stirred but didn't wake. "Derek." This time he opened his eyes. He immediately shot out of the chair and was at her side.

"Casey." He grabbed her hand. " I am so glad you're awake. How do you feel?"

"Sore." She answered not even taking notice of the fact that he grabbed her hand. "What's going on?"

"Hang on. I'll get the doctor so he can explain it to you." He left quickly and appeared a few minutes later with a man around fifty holding a clipboard.

"Hello Mrs. Venturi. I am Dr. Goosen. How are you feeling?" He asked speaking quickly.

"Actually my last name is Mcdonald not Venturi. Why am I here?"

"I'm sorry about the mix up Ms. Mcdonald. You were in an accident. Do you mind telling me the last thing you remember?"

"Why? What does that have to do with anything?" She asked starting to freak out.

"Just answer the question please." She thought long and hard.

"The last thing I remember is getting ready for college." She was looking at the doctor and missed the pained expression on Derek's face.

"That was twelve years ago." Derek said. Casey sucked in a breath and tried keeping her tears from falling.

"What happen to me? Why don't I remember?"

"You were in a car accident. A car ran a red light and crashed into the right side of your car. You suffered some brain injuries and your left arm is broken. For the last week you have been in a coma. Your amnesia is due to the brain injuries." He paused letting the information sink in. This was always the really hard part of the job.

"That depends. Some people get their memory back within days and others may never get their memory back." Both Casey and Derek choked out a sob at this. "The best thing to do is not to pressure her. Maybe take her through her daily schedule." Derek nodded his head.

"Where's my mom? I want to see her."

"I'll go call her. Thanks Dr. Goosen." He stood up and walked out the door.

"If you need anything just press the call button." She absently nodded her head and then she was left alone. She sat there just thinking about everything that she found out since she woke up. She wondered what her mom looked like now, and George too. Lizzie and Edwin would be around 27. Little Marti wouldn't be so little anymore at 21. She wondered what she worked at. If she continued toward the profession she was pursuing she would be an English teacher now.

Casey absently started fiddling with her hands and then she felt something. She looked down at her hand and then she discovered an engagement ring and a wedding ring. She wondered who her husband was and why he wasn't here. Something stuck out at her that the doctor said. When he first came in he called her 'Mrs. Venturi'. She shrugged it off thinking it was just a mistake since her mom's last name is Venturi, but now she realized she must be married to Derek. That's insane though, right? Being married to the man who made her life miserable. True they didn't fight as much toward the last year of high school, but he's her stepbrother. Them being married was just impossible. She continued to try and convince herself that it wasn't him, but she knew it was, there was no use denying. Derek chose that moment to walk in the door.

"Your mom is on the way with the family." He walked over to Casey and noticed she was crying. "Hey don't worry. You'll get your memory back." He said soothingly also trying to convince himself of those words.

She hadn't even noticed she was crying. She wiped her tears. "That's not what's wrong." At his confused expression she pointed to her rings. "We're married."

Derek nodded his head. "Nine years." He explained.

"This is all so surreal. I'm sorry Derek but this might take some getting used to." She took a deep breathe to try and stop herself from crying. "Why don't you tell me some more things I should know about the past twelve years."

Derek was hesitant to tell her some more. This was twelve years they were talking about. A lot has happened. "Do you want me to start out with something big or small?" He asked silently hoping she would ask for something small. He didn't want her to have a panic attack or something. Although they already were in the hospital.

" Start out with something small. What's my job?" He laughed lightly at this.

"You teach English at a middle school. It's what you always wanted and you got it." She smiled. She liked that he knew this it meant that they were close. Being married to him should have made that an understanding but it was still weird for her to think of him as her husband.

"When did we get together."

"When we were nineteen. The summer before sophomore year at college." He got a mischievous look in his eyes. "What can I say? You couldn't resist me. " He smirked. She dropped her jaw and smacked his arm lightly.

"Whatever just 'cause I can't remember doesn't mean that I know that didn't happen." She laughed. He was glad that she didn't take that a bad way like she used to when they were teenagers. He still jokes around with his wife and it slipped out before he was able to process that his wife that he has been married to for the past nine years and this woman before him, don't respond to him the same way.