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I looked at the ceiling. The lights so bright, just like when I first opened my eyes. I still do not understand what I am doing here. This might be a prank. I didn't get injured at all. I reached to touch my head, and I could feel bandages around there. Pain shot through my forehead. I winced.

I looked down and saw my entire chest covered with bandages. I wonder what happened and how I ended up like this. Suddenly, the door opened, and a small tanned boy entered the room. Behind him was the same lady.

"Jay, Miranda is here. She is alright," the lady said. That must be Jay, my brother. The lady looked at me as if to say 'please try to remember'. He ran towards me. I tried to keep my cool. He gently placed his arms around me and smiled.

"Thank you so much for saving me Miranda. I thought you died. You were sleeping for three months," he cried.

I... saved him? I looked at Jay, trying not to look confused.

"Um, what exactly happened Jay? I'm sorry. It's just that, I can't rattle my memory," I asked. Dang it Miranda.

Jay looked confused and began to explain.

"Well, at school there was a man with a gun shooting everyone. Then I lost you and was searching for you, and you came out of nowhere and pushed me out of the way and got shot. The teachers came to help you and there was so much blood. The doctors came and took you to the hospital," he said.

I couldn't believe my ears. There was a school shooting? I pushed him out of the way? I got shot? I saved his life? I lay frozen. I turned to look at him and smiled sadly.

"Oh yeah! Haha. I almost forgot. Well, I'm glad that I saved you, I mean, I'm glad you're alive. And safe," I said. Jay smiled and went on talking about what has been happening.

He told me how much he missed me and how I probably missed out on a lot.

"We had a sports day competition last week, and last month we had a camp for everyone! I wish you were there! It would've been more fun!" Jay told me. I looked at him, smiling sadly. I wish I could tell him that I don't remember him, but I really don't want to break his, or the lady's heart.

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