"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?"
"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ,"
"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?"
꧁ ༆ ꧂
~sequel to 'Sing for me'~
In which a boy with amnesia forgets the last few months of his life after being shot. The blood loss affects his brain and he fo...
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sᴏɴɢ: ᴘᴏssɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ʟʏᴋᴋᴇ ʟɪ ꧁ ༆ ꧂ 𝑌／𝑁，𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉：
The days go by slowly always with little to no excitement. Neteyam is slowly recovering. He can stand but Neytiri insists he doesn't walk just yet.
Most of the time I enjoy being with him. We like talking with each other. He'll ask me about his memories and everything he had forgotten, being eager to know what he was like. I simply answer his many questions, never denying a single one.
I like his questions, particularly the ones relating to our relationship since I get to tell all the stories of us to him. He asks about me and what I like to do sometimes. I appreciate how he dedicates his time to getting to know me better.
He has nothing to do nearly all day and if I am not talking with him, he just sits in the silence. I feel sorry for him, being pretty much imprisoned within the marui pod.
It's for the best that he stays home. If he were to get into trouble and severe his injury more, it could be bad for him and slow down his recovery. Plus if anything happened to him on my watch, Neytirk would skin me.
Neytiri and Jake were out for date night which they had been trying to plan since forever. Neytiri told me of how much she missed it and I urged her to go saying us older kids would take over and watch Neteyam.
The two of them left a little before eclipse and I was running behind on dinner. Lo'ak, Spider, Tuk and Kiri were out with Tsireya, Aonung and Roxto on some day trip past the reef, so that left just Neteyam and I.
꧁ ༆ ꧂
I sit besides Neteyam as we crack open the stubborn oysters for dinner.
He's been quiet ever since the others left this morning, probably wishing to be in their shoes. It's been only a few days since he woke up but he was normally more chatty and curious. Today however, he was quiet and grumpy. I turn to see him sharpening his knife as he huffs to himself.
"What is wrong?" I question the moody boy. He groans, "I am fine. Why should I not be fine?" he asks his tone of voice irritating me.
"Neteyam cut the attitude and just tell me what's wrong," I order, "Is it your wound? I knew I should have treated it-" "It is fine." he stops me, "I am fine, I am sick of being cooped up and treated like a baby by all of you. Tuk has more freedom than me!" he complains, dropping his knife to the floor with a clatter.
"The sooner you recover the sooner you can return to normal life, however I might have to teach you the ropes again." I explain to him, understanding his aggravation.
"How long?" he turns to me, "Maybe a week or so?" I answer and he grumbles, "I can't be stuck in this place for a week!" he says and I roll my eyes at how dramatic he's being, "Hm and who was by your side when you were sleeping for a month?" I mumble to myself, referring to his coma. He hears this and sighs to himself.
