Reliving Us (Tronnor)

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A/N: Short today, sorry! Thanks for reading <3

"Troye!!" Troye's mother burst into the room, followed by his father.

"Mom, dad," he said. Zoe put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently, before nodding at him and leaving silently.

"Troye!" His mom threw her arms around him. He chuckled a little, smiling as she relaxed into his shoulder.

"I'm okay mom," he said.

"I was so worried," she replied.

"You gave us quite a scare," his dad commented. Troye leaned back into his pillows when his mom let go.

"I know. I'm okay, though, see?" He made a vague gesture over his body. "Just a little tired, that's all."

"Thank god," his mom whispered. Troye smiled at them, but inside he was worried about what they were going to say when they found out about his memory. He half didn't want them to know. If they didn't know, he could keep on pretending.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mellet?" Troye's doctor entered the room, holding a clip board. Troye spotted Connor and Zoe in the hallway through the door.

"Yes," Troye's dad answered. Troye put a hand on his mom's shoulder, knowing what was about to happen and dreading it.

"It would seem as though, while unconscious, your son created an alternate reality of sorts to replace lost memories from the accident." It sounded so simple that way. The memories from his dream, of his friends being bullies and all that, were just constructed by his head to replace the ones he'd lost.

"What does that mean?" Troye's mom turned to him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It means that as far as this," he gestured around the hospital room, "is concerned, I don't remember much. I think, but I'm not sure, that I remember things accurately from before high school, but high school and after, they're just gone. With a few exceptions, things I've remembered since I woke up."

"Troye," his mom whispered. Troye smiled weakly at her.

"I remember you guys, though. I remember Tyde and Sage and Steele and I remember Zoe some and Connor some. And things are still coming back to me."

"If I may," the doctor said, "Troye will be fine, his body didn't take too much damage. He was extraordinarily lucky. We have to keep him here for a few days, to run some tests and such, but he should be home by the end of the week."

"What's today?" Troye asked.

"Tuesday," the doctor said. Troye glanced over at his dad, who had been quiet for a while. Guilt pooled in his stomach as he saw the tears on his fathers face. "We'll start running tests tomorrow. I recommend you get some rest Mr. Mellet."

"Thank you," Troye said quietly. When the doctor was gone, he turned to his parents.

"Troye," his dad said.

"Like I said before. I'm okay. You don't need to worry," he said gently.

"Troye! Oh my god!" Sage burst into the room, throwing her arms around him. He chuckled a little at her.

"I'm fine," he whispered to her.

He told himself to keep saying that, because then maybe it might come true. He didn't feel fine. He was so worried about his parents and siblings, about Zoe and Connor, about his other friends, about his viewers. He was worried about himself, too.

"Glad you're okay, little bro," Steele said, appearing behind Sage and ruffling Troye's hair.

"Tro!" Tyde exclaimed, giving Troye a hug as Sage let go.