” An unknown ceiling…….”
No, I’ve seen it a few times already. I should have said it when I first woke up in this hospital room, but I didn’t.
Seriously, when I woke up in a strange place, I was too busy trying to figure out what was going on to say something like that. Even more so because I had amnesia.
Yes, that amnesia. The kind of amnesia you see in manga and TV dramas, but I never thought I’d have it. I didn’t lose all my memories, just the last two years or so.
They told me about the importance of episodic memory, semantic memory, long-term memory, and that the memory of two years is stored in the hippocampus, but I don’t understand it completely.
What a joke, waking up in a world two years in the future. Did we promise to meet in the Saboady Islands in two years? Is that what you promised me? That’s how I see it now. I wonder if that’s how Urashima Taro felt.
[TL: Urashima Tarō is the protagonist of a Japanese fairy tale, who in a typical modern version is a fisherman rewarded for rescuing a turtle, and carried on its back to the Dragon Palace beneath the sea. There he is entertained by the princess Otohime as a reward.]
“Good morning, Tsukiyomi-san. As I told you beforehand, you will meet with the doctor in charge after this, and if there are no problems, you can leave the hospital, but how are you feeling?”
As I was thinking that my body was growing and I didn’t need a Tamatebako, a nurse came in. It’s been a few days since I woke up, but the tests showed that I had a minor illness except for the lack of memory, so I was going to be discharged. It would be better for me to live a normal life than to stay in a hospital room, so my memory would come back.
[TL: A Tamatebako (玉手箱) “jeweled hand box”, “jewel box”, “jeweled box”, “treasure box”, “casket”, etc., is the name of a mysterious box that in the Japanese folk tale “Urashima Tarō”, is a parting gift that the fisherman Urashima Tarō receives from mistress of the sea (Otohime), after his stay at the Dragon Palace (or Hōrai), to which he was invited after saving a turtle.]
“Thank you for your help.”
“I know you’re going through a lot, but please take care of yourself.”
After the session with the doctor in charge, I went home with my family who had come to pick me up. Just like when they came to visit me, my parents and Sakuya seemed to be at a loss as to how to treat me, probably because I had lost my memory of the last two years. I felt a little sad, but if I were in the opposite position, I certainly wouldn’t know how to do the same,, so I decided not to worry about it.
“Onii-chan, are you sure you don’t remember anything about the last two years?”
“No, I don’t.”
In the car on the way home, Sakuya asked me if I remembered anything, but I really don’t. I don’t really remember, but her character is too different from the Sakuya I remember. I wonder if her rebellious period has ended in the last two years? When I was puzzled by the changes in Sakuya, she asked me more questions in a fearful way.
“…… And about that incident?”
Was I involved in some kind of incident?
“No. If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best…”
When you put it that way, I’m curious. Well if something unpleasant happened and I forgot about it, would they be happier if I just forgot about it? I’m not going to pursue it too deeply, because it seems like Sakuya doesn’t want to tell me. If I want to know, I can look it up. If it’s an incident, I can find out right away.
After that, we went home without any further conversation.
“This is my room…….?”
When I got home and went into my room, I wondered if it was really my room. The arrangement of things in the living room was different from what I remembered, but I didn’t care too much because I thought it would change a little in two years. My room, however, had changed quite a bit.
“When did I become a reader?”
My room was full of books. I wondered if the floor would fall out. This many books must be pretty heavy.
I rummaged through the room, anxious to see if the floor would collapse. It’s changed quite a bit, but I’m pretty sure it’s my room. The arrangement of things is just the way I like it, and I was able to unlock the computer after typing in a few different passwords that I would have used if I was me. Even though I’ve become a reader, my habits have not changed.
“The soccer-related items and accessories I kept on display are gone.”
It seems that I didn’t join any club activities in high school, or maybe I failed? Did I move all my accessories to a storage room because I couldn’t fit them in my room anymore?
“I wish I had a diary…”
I was hoping that a diary would help me understand what happened during the time I lost my memory and how I felt about it, but apparently it doesn’t work that way. It’s not surprising, since I never had the habit of writing a diary.
“I can’t rely on this diary…”
There was a diary for the summer vacation project, but it only contained bland stuff and stories. For some reason, the last day of summer vacation has already been written. [TL: Recall that he wrote that diary on the first day]
“I’ll have to ask them…”
I told my childhood friends that I was leaving the hospital today. They’ve been coming to visit me every day. I thought I should thank them and invite them over for a visit.
I tried to get in touch with them on my phone, but there were many names in my address book that I didn’t recognize. Could it be my high school classmates? I wondered if I could find out through them.
“I have a lot to ask.”
In the meantime, let’s talk to my family. Maybe they can tell me how I’ve been spending my time at home, aside from school-related stuff.