A Truth

Judas Anderson strode into the hospital, looking for a nurse to speak to.
He needed the truth on the "accident" that had occurred, and what it had been like when he was in the hospital.
Not because he searched for his memories, no, he wished to know them so he could destroy them. And he realized any information he gleamed was leverage to use against those who had withheld information in the family estate, people who worked directly under his power.
He peered about for a nurse, impatient.

He turned and eyed her with his familiar dead eyes, feeling a rush of fragmented and vague images and voices in his head, though he couldn't put them together.
"Ah, so you know my name, hrmm? What a pleasure to meet you...again. A classmate of mine, were you?"
He pointed at the nurses all around in the hospital.
"I've come here for the truth. What're you here for?"

Judas smiled.
"Girlfriend? Why, I remember nothing of the sort. You look quite charming tho-"
Suddenly, a rush of memories, a kiss, that girl's face! THAT GIRL! THIS GIRL! For the love of God! Out of! Out!
"OUT OF MY MIND!"
Judas' face twisted in pain and he fell on his knees, memories too painful, all trying to break into his skull at once, his mind a storm of chaos.

Judas' eyes seemed suddenly to light up, and he smiled.
"Is it really you, darling?"

Judas smiled, holding her fondly.
"Oh, it seems like it's been decades, doesn't it? I've returned though darling, I've returned. Such love cannot be destroyed by time or tricks of the mind."