Visit from James, or my memory?

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A man about 6"1" aproaches me. He has olive skin with brown hair and sky blue eyes with baby blue specks in them. His jaw is squared and you can literally see him tensing his jaw as he aproaches my bed.

He puts his hand on mine but I flinch away. I look down at his hand and my eyes flow up to his muscular arms and across to his nicely toned abs (from what I see against his T-shirt) my eyes follow down, eyes widening when I get to his, "hey AJ, I know you don't remember me, but I'm your brother " he says in a low husky voice, he smiles at me.

Wait. I was just checking out my brother!?

"Um, no I don't really, sorry" I look down at my hands and play with my fingers. James grabs my hands and holds them.

"Ugh my shoulder!"

I wince as a sharp pain goes through my head. I see the flash of the windscreen. I remember looking down with blood all over my hands. I look down at my hands now. I see falshes from memory to reality. blood, no blood, blood. I scream and try to wipe the invisible blood off my clean hands "get it off! Get it off me!" I scream wiping and slapping violently at my hands.

James calls in a doctor and nurses and doctors come rushing in trying to calm me down. One doctor puts a mask over my nose and mouth. Suddenly, everything gets slower, I get tireder and close my eyes.

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