Leo Valdez One-shots

Memories Part 2- Freo

It's been several hours since "the incident", as he likes to call it in his head. After he admitted to not knowing a single person in the room, they had capital-F Freaked Out . At first they just seemed certain that he was trying to set them up for some bad joke, which, ok, that seemed like something he'd do. But come on, he just woke up from a coma. So after he had denied that being the case several times and insisted that he really didn't know who a single one of them were, they had started to look panicked. The hot guy had let go of his hand like it burned. Aw :(

So after a lot of questions, it seems he remembers everything perfectly except whatever part of his life these people were in. He can remember a lot of the places and people they mention, but he can't remember them being there or what he was doing.

Everyone had left after that, blonde girl saying he was going to do some research on memory loss and everyone else just seemingly too awkward to look him in the eyes after that. They tell him to rest some more and that he can push a button on the bedside table for someone to come running to help him with whatever he needs. Not that he's going to do that, what with the look on their faces.

Turns out he's not 18 either, he's a freaking 21 years old! It seems like a big chunk of his life for the last couple of years have been cut from his memory. Which honestly sucks, because these people seemed really close to him and the gods know he had always wanted friends like that.

Resting is hard though when you've practically been doing nothing else for a week. While his body doesn't mind the downtime his brain is wide awake and alert. He can feel all the machines in the room on his head, static, magnetic almost. Like some weird, new version of spatial awareness. It's strange and disorienting.

His eyes drop to his hand, where one of the machines is still linked up to his pulse.

Wait a minute.

Was that a ring?

It's nothing fancy, just a simple red metal band spun around his ring-finger. No stones or engravings from what he can tell. He wiggles it around a little and finds that the skin beneath it is significantly paler than the rest of his hands. He rarely takes it off, then.

It's possible he became the type of guy to accessorize in the presence of these people, he supposes. Or it could mean something else. Something that makes his heart stumble in a mix of bashful excitement and dread.

What if he had a fiancee and didn't remember them at all? What if he was married? He'd be horrified if he would never again remember his own wedding.

There's a knock on the door, and he winces a little at the sound. It feels like it echoes bouncing off the walls inside his head.

"Yeah?" he calls out.

A head of black hair appears behind the door, looking unsure if they should come in. The guy who had been there when he woke up. Holding his hand.

"Hey. Have you gotten any sleep?' He steps inside slowly, like he's trying not to spook an animal.

"Uh, no, not really. It's pretty hard to go to sleep after a revelation like 'you've been in a coma for a week', not gonna lie." Leo admits truthfully. He assumes the animal in question is him, since he's the room's sole inhabitant. Not that he is going to run off anywhere anyway, still connected to all these who-knows-what-machines.

"Yeah, I figured. I brought you some comics in case you were bored."

Leo blinks several times, surprised. Then his face breaks out in an excited smile.

"Wow, thanks!"

The guy smiles back. He seems much more relaxed, even excited, right away.

"I wasn't sure what you'd want to read, so I just went to your apartment and got your favourites."