Two sides of the same coin//Gallavich

28: Memories- Fiona and Debbie

IAN
I hate my memory. I had only remembered two things; my interaction with Ned and the day I got shot. Every day, it's clear that I'm supposed to remember something, but I couldn't.

I laid in bed, watching as Mickey slept calm and peacefully on the mattress.

It seemed as if I only experienced memories when I was asleep, like a dream. Feeling determined to experience a memory, I closed my eyes and pictured Debbie in my head. I wanted to start off with Debbie, as she seemed to be the most upset by my lack of memory.

I kept imagining her face. Every time I imagined her face, my mind kept trying to think of any memory that had happened.

Surprisingly, my idea worked. Constantly imagining Debbie's face sparked a memory, or in my case, a dream.

I laid on my bed, no energy left for me to exert. I was rolled over to face the window, so whoever walked past the bedroom door, I could only hear their voice.

"Debbie, you're a little young to lose your virginity. I mean, I really didn't have sex until I was 16." Lip rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but you still jerked off in the bathroom at 14 years old." Debbie smirked.

I had finally remembered something about Debbie! Wanting to go further, I imagined Fiona in my head, trying the same technique. I was like this for 30 minutes, before something finally appeared in my head.

"-you really have some nerve showing your face here." Fiona growled.

"Fiona, I know you're angry, mad even...but I'm not the one you hate." Mickey tried to reason with her.

"Angry...or mad doesn't even begin to describe the way I feel about you and your fucking shithole of a family. Mandy is the only Milkovich I tolerate, because she didn't let my brother get more hurt than he was. She helped him." Fiona hissed.

"I know, Fiona. But I couldn't. My dad would have shot me dead if I didn't do what I did." Mickey seemed desperate.

"Mandy told me everything. How you broke Ian's heart. How you married some Russian woman who claimed to be the mother of your child. How you let your own father fake your death so that Ian would never see you again. She told me about every conversation between her and Ian, and to think that my brother...my loving, caring brother ever fell in love with you for even a second...you make me sick. You and your fucked up family are everything that's wrong with the Southside." Fiona yelled.

"And now, my brother...the man who loved you, is laying in a hospital bed with countless injuries. He might never wake up. Even if he does, he'll NEVER be the same again. All because of you. Because of you, Ian will spend his 17th birthday unconscious on a hospital bed." Fiona cried.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at the clock and noticed that it was 7 am. Mickey was over near his bag, putting a pair of pants on.

"Hey, sleepy face. Good morning." Mickey smiled as I sat up. He moved my legs so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked, watching as Mickey changed me into a pair of sweatpants.

"I slept...surprisingly well. What about you?" I asked.

"I slept fine." Mickey grinned as I helped him transfer me onto my wheelchair.

"You remember anything?" Mickey questioned.

"I- I think I remembered a lot." I put a t-shirt on, still trying to get used to having feeling in my hands again.

"Holy shit. That's great, man!" Mickey smiled.

"We need to wake up Debbie and Fiona. I need to give them each a brotherly hug." I smiled, Mickey stopping.

"Hold up, you remembered that you are Debbie and Fiona's brother?" Mickey's eyes widened in joy.

"Yep." I grinned.

Mickey helped me downstairs. I smiled at Fiona as she and Debbie made breakfast.

"Hey Debs, how's the whole 'losing my virginity' quest going?" I looked at Debbie, who dropped the spatula she was using.

"Ian, h- how do you know that?" Debbie looked like she was about to cry.

"You were having a conversation with Lip a while ago and I just remembered it." I grinned.

"Ian, you remember me?" Debbie cried, hugging me.

"I can't believe I ever forgot you." I smiled, Fiona now on the verge of crying.

"Oh, and Fiona. Thank you for defending me in the hospital. I can't even imagine how difficult it must have been for you to face Mickey. You're an amazing sister." Fiona's eyes widened.

"You heard what I said to Mickey?" Fiona cried, hugging me.

"Yeah. It went in one ear and out the other, but for some reason, it just came back to me." I smiled, both Debbie and Fiona unable to believe that I had remembered them.