By the sword

He doesnt remeber...

                                   •Jacob•
I'm sitting in the hospital room, my hands shaking like crazy. My mind asking what if's I don't dare to answer. Arther has been groaning, but never waking up. I guess that's for the better right now, so I have some time to think about what I'm going to say. When he wakes up, he's bound to yell at me. Scream. He might even throw a syringe at me. At that thought, I stand up and move the table of medical equipment away from the bed. The doctor eyes me suspiciously.
"It's a just in case," I say. "He might be disoriented when he wakes up."
The doctor shrugs and turns away. But getting up was a mistake. After I was up, I couldn't sit back down. I was pacing the room. I would look back at him then at his parents, who were asleep, then at his little brother, who was only half asleep and looking at me, then at Arther again. My anxiety is out the roof and my asthma is starting to take a tole too. I walk slowly towards the door. When I get out I look around for all of two seconds, confirming no ones there, and hen run. I don't know where I'm going, I just run. Away from my problems, away from Arther, away from what I've done. I turn a comer and bump into something and fall down.
"I am so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going." I say quickly m, trying to apologize as I get up. "Here, let me h- wait what the-"
When I turn around to see who I bump into, I'm startled and taken aback. It's a patient. But I know this patient. I know his patient because I have been waiting in the hospital for 6 hours, waiting for him to wake up, feeling guilty for what I did, hoping he will be alright be cause it's all my fault.
"Arther?"
Only this wasn't Arther. His eyes were black holes, his mouth twisted into a frightening smile, showing hideously sharp yellow teeth. His arms were bent at awkward angles, and he was standing a foot over me. I know he's tall, but not that tall.
I blink, just once, and when I open my eyes he's lunging at me, claw-like nails aiming for my throat. In two seconds, I'm on the floor, nails digging into my skin, though I can't feel it. He sits up.
"You did this to me!" He says. That's all he said before the dream ended.
                                          •••
I wake up, sweat soaking my shirt and nail marks on my wrist, which I believe I was doing on my own.
"He's awake!" Mrs. Aldine exclaim, hope running through her as she sees her son isn't dead.
I see the doctor trying to calm Arther down as he goes into a panic attack. Been there, done that. The doctor asks him if he recognizes us, probably due to the fact that he said Arther might have some amnesia. He looks at his parents and brother. I can tell he knows it's them by the relief shown on his face when he looks at them. Then he turns to look at me and I immediately look away. I keep my eyes on the floor, unable to look him in the eyes. I hear something shift and the doctor says "Hmm. That's quite interesting. You don't remember him at all?" I hear something shift again, him probably shaking his head. I still don't look. "His name is Jacob." The doctor says, and I knew that that was a mistake.
I hear Arther gasp very faintly, eyes locked on me as he goes through memory lane.