Sorry if it not up to your expectations.
Mile head was spinning, he was now laying in the bed, with Sol massaging his head, the migraine hit him too hard. He might have fainted in the airport. In the room he could see at the far near window, stood Masu holding a glass of water. He looked ahead of the apartment building, on the sofa in front of him sat someone who had taken his breath away. His eyes focused on his handphone, typing away something. The eyebag looks more visible as his face tilts downward.
The hand on his head stopped, "Mile?," sweet voice called, it sounded far away in his ear, his eyes glued to the man. His eyes snapped upward to his direction, eyes instantly met. Nothing in his eyes. Mile sees nothing.
Nothing connected in his mind too, nothing screamed memories. He still remembers nothing. His heart on the other handas yearns for something. It is singing sad blues, which at the same time a stabbing feeling wrenching his heart. Just by a single glance, his heart remembers, it says something. Longing? Guilt?
He feels his body was lifted to sit, and a pillow was sat on his back. A glass of water was shoved into his mouth, then pills, and water to wash it down. He feels his body work on autopilot, his eyes never leaving the man, who looked away a while ago.
Reading the room, Masu steps to the man's side, covering him from Mile. At that, Mile's eyes were forced to look at Sol's worried eyes. She had been talking to him, which he ignored. As a nurse it might have terrified her, "I'm okay Sol. How long have I been out?," he asked. Sol looked relieved as she received the response.
"Two hours. I was worried. You never fainted this long. Do you need anything?," she asked.
Mile looks at Masu, his natural face, nothing of anger showing on it. "Could you leave us three here?," he told the younger lady. She looked a bit shocked at the request. For months they were attached to each other, Sol knew almost everything about him.
"O-okay," she stuttered, leaving the room. There is an undefeated silence for a few minutes. Not a single soul wishing to speak.
Mile was mostly confused but hopeful. That man knew something about him before the accident.
Masu sighs, he places the glass on the table. Move to Mile who is sitting on the bed. There was sadness in his eyes, "You don't remember anything?" he finally asked. He sat on the bed with him. With him moving, Mile could see the man's side view.
"Nothing," he answered. Mile could see how the man closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. As if it pained him knowing Mile was sick.
Masu sighs again, "It was actually my fault not knowing what happened to both of you. It's been 2? 3 years?," he mumbled. He looked at his watch. "I'd let you talk to Apo. If you want anything, call me," he finalized. Masu walked away from the bed, not without tapping his shoulder. A small gesture of goodwill.
The click of the door closed was too loud. The silence in this room was too much. He could see Apo avoiding his gaze. He looked at his cane, it was placed beside his bed. Mile unknowingly knew that Apo would never start the conversation nor would he walk to him willingly. He took initiative to go near the man, his heart yearning for them to be close.
He grabs this cane, the noise of it hitting the floor caught Apo's attention. He immediately stands up, to help, but his step wavers. His eyes looking at the injured leg, Sol probably rolls it until his knees, knowing the scar itch sometimes under his rough pants. The scar of the operation is visible. It was ugly.
The tearful eyes glance up into his eyes. It broke Mile's heart somehow. "I'm - I'm Mile," he stupidly said. As if the man in front of him knows nothing about him. The reaction given was solid proof they knew each other.
