"Ninteen-seventy?"
Gabriel couldn't hear his voice over the thudding in his ears. His heart felt ready to explode and he was unable to remove himself from the chair. The healers had said short term, but this could not possibly---would this pass too? Rachel hadn't recovered from the last time, if she thought it was still the nineteen seventies then---He felt his throat close. They were put together Halloween of 1980, if her memory loss was true that meant he would just be someone she somewhat recalled from Hogwarts. Maybe! She might remember his face, he hadn't known her very well and---
He felt like he'd been reverted back to his time before being with Rachel. Gabriel had developed a stronger self-esteem and had become sure of himself since being with her, but right now he felt such a panic rising in his chest that he was sure if he stood up his legs would buckle underneath him. What was he supposed to do? Could he keep asking her questions, would that trigger something? Would testing her only make matters worse? What could he do, how could he help his wife remember him?
"Ben?" Gabriel let out weakly, "Benjamin?" If she couldn't remember their son, there was no hope for him. Gabriel stood before she could even answer, unsure of why his legs were jolting him upright. Maybe he really was going to explode, "Nurse! Anyone!" he called loudly over his shoulder. Gabriel turned back to her, hands shaking, feeling as if every sense he ever had was leaving him an empty shell, "Rachel, you've got to remember---" He should wait, he should wait for the healer but he couldn't. Gabriel leaned forward, putting his hands out in a pleading manner, "I'm Gabriel, it's Gabriel--your husband! You have to remember, please remember!"
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