C.E.O Piggy

⇠Memory⇢

Christopher bounced his knee in the corner, keeping his eyes focused on the bed in front of him. He almost didn't recognize me with the number of wires and gauze the doctors had to hook as well as wrap around me. Nibbling on the tip of his thumb,

Christopher's eyes snapped toward the door that slid open. "You should get some sleep, you're no good to him like this." The nurse said softly.

Christopher shook his head, "I can't, I need to be there when he wakes up," Christopher replied. The nurse set the clipboard on the nightstand letting out a small sigh. "Look kid, even if he does wake up, we don't know the extent of his injuries. How are you even sure he'll remember you?" She questioned harsher than she wanted. Christopher stared at the nurse for a long minute, he didn't even think about the extent of my injuries. Or what type of torture Dakota had dealt, his eyes glanced back toward the bed. The nurse nodded her head, walked around the bed, and set a hand on Christopher's shoulder. "We'll notify you if he wakes up." She reassured.

Christopher slowly stood, keeping his eyes locked on the bed as he cautiously sauntered toward the door. Leaving the hospital everything seemed to be at a standstill, the voices around him seemed to muffle as blood rushed to the younger male's ears. Tipping his head as the driver as they opened the door and slammed it behind Christopher. Rolling the window up, Christopher brought his legs to his chest and cried. Hot tears streamed down his pale face, moistening his pants legs. All the emotions the younger male was forced to keep hidden for the past four months seemed to pour out. Forming a fist beside him, Christopher let out a growl and punched the empty seat next to him. "Are you alright sir?" The driver called.

"Fine!" I shouted harsher than I intended. Walking into the darkened house, Christopher slammed the door behind him and slid down the door. Scanning the trashed penthouse, he let out a sigh and started chuckling to himself. Shaking his head, he stood then walked into the kitchen then began cleaning. A week passed before Christopher's phone buzzed next to him. Scooping up the phone in a swift motion, "Hello!?" He shouted.

"Hello, we called to inform you that Blake has woken up, but he's very confused right now." The doctor on the other end explained.

"Can I see him?" Christopher questioned quickly.

"We don't think that's a good idea right now," He replied.

"I'm his boyfriend, why not!?" Christopher shouted once more.

"We are trying to limit his interactions with people right now, with his confusion he could be a danger to himself or anyone else." The doctor explained.

"Do you know how long?" Christopher asked, biting his lower lip.

"The doctor thinks he has Retrograde Amnesia." They explained once more.

"Okay, cure him so I can take him home," Christopher shouted throwing his arm into the air.

Christopher heard the doctor sigh on the other end. "It's not that simple honey, whatever that man did to him affected him greater than any medicine can cure. This doesn't mean he won't ever remember you; it just means he's going to have a challenging time remembering things. The good news is Retrograde Amnesia is manageable." She spoke.

"So, he'll keep forgetting me?" The younger male asked lowly.

"Somedays might be better than others, but yes Blake's memories will be jumbled for probably the rest of his life. It would be best to keep notes as well show him pictures to try and keep his might fresh." They recommended.

"H-How long until I can bring him home?" The younger male quizzed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We would like to trial run a few interactions with Blake in the following few days, but the doctor would like to address his injuries first." She stated beeping went off in the background causing her to quickly hang up. Throwing the phone across the room, Christopher screamed. Digging his fingers into his hair and pulled as more tears rushed down his face. He continued screaming until his throat throbbed, and he gasped for breath. Picking himself up from the floor, he wiped the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes letting out a shuddered breath. After taking a few deep breaths, he climbed the stairs, plopped down on the bed, grabbed a handful of blankets, and inhaled deeply. The smell of rain and deep pine engulfed Christopher's nose, relaxing slightly. Sleep overtook Christopher as he fell asleep.