Kiss Me Before the Sky Falls

-Chapter 6- Do You Recall? -

It's him. 

They're the same person. The same man. 

And he caught me with my eyes open. 

Why did I have to be staring at him?! 

He didn't look scared, or embarrassed. Just so enthralled I'd looked at him. Opened my eyes and gawked at him. He kept telling me how much he loved me and he'd missed me, praying I'd wake up, wouldn't leave him. I was completely confused on what he was saying. Something about a semi-truck without it's headlights on and coma. And crash. Oh the crash.  

He sounded on the verge of tears when he told me why I was here. We'd been driving back to the tour bus when the semi hit my side of the car. He said I made no noise when they pulled me out of the car with the Jaws of Life, bloody and mangled, and I should've been screaming, agonized and awake, but I just was limp, wide-eyed and non-responsive. I fell into a coma at the hospital and had been asleep for the rest of the Tour. 

I had no idea what he was talking about.  

I asked him what a coma was and he blinked a few times, bewildered, and answered in very simple terms, expecting me to catch on and fill in the blanks. When I asked for details he went and got someone.  

They were male, wearing white long shirts, and shined some bright lights in my eyes and took my pulse, then asked me a few questions. He made no expression to my responses except for when he asked me the man's name.  

I stopped cold. His eyes were pleading, praying. My face felt hot and I bit my lip, frantically searching for his name. N, wasn't it? No, L. Right? I shook my head, disheveled. I felt so ashamed. My head fell to my chest and a tear ran down my cheek. I couldn't see his face. 

"Amnesia." His voice was dire. "And a severe case of it." My lip trembled when they both left. He plead that there was some sort of treatment, something he could do. I sobbed as he despaired as the other man told him simply, "We must wait and see." 

I laid down and cowered into a pillow. I cried until it felt like there wasn't water left in my body. A name. Couldn't even remember a name. Guess, in the least. The heartache was worse than the real pain.  

"Shelby?" He said softly. I didn't respond, and covered my wet face. "I don't think it's right to keep you in the dark. There are things you need to know." Again, I didn't speak. I didn't want to hurt him anymore. I knew I inflicted damage just how he talked to me now. I parted my fingers just enough to look at him. He saw me and held my gaze. 

"You really don't know who I am...but you let me kiss you?" 

"I felt like I knew you. You felt...familiar." My voice wavered. I shuddered but suppressed another sob.  

"Just not my name?" 

"Not your name." I repeated softly. His face brightened. 

"Then we'll play a game. You'll learn my name and my game." He was incredibly amused, and closed one eye, just one, with a smile. I blinked and watched him. He got a pad of paper and a pen and drew five lines, and one upside down L. It had a few lines off of it, but otherwise an L.  

"You ready?" I nodded slowly. "Alright first guess! Pick a letter, any letter, to guess!" I blinked. His voice changed when his voice raised, as if on purpose he could manipulate it. I thought a moment. 

"L." 

"I thought you said you didn't know my name." He laughed. I was confused. 

"Your name is L?"  

"No, but it starts with one!" He wrote a neat L on the first line. "Guess again." 

"There's more?" I wondered to myself. I suppose guessing wasn't a skill of mine. "Erm, U." 

"I can't guess, this is all you." 

"No, I mean the letter U not you as in you I meant U as in U...what?" He laughed.  

"I'm playing, button. There's a U." 

"Button?" I questioned. His face fell.  

"Right. You don't remember. Sorry." His voice was less enthusiastic and energetic. I didn't know what he was apologizing for. I felt bad for asking. He perked up just enough to force a smile. 

"Guess again, then." The U wasn't as effortless as the L. It seemed to wobble like his hand was shaking. It sat on the third line. I pondered it.  

"I...I don't..." My head started to hurt and I cringed. Again, my temples throbbed. I held my head and squeezed my eyes shut. 

"You okay?" He said, concerned. 

"My head's bothering me...it does that sometimes." He stroked my jaw.  

"Probably another side-effect of the...crash." He spoke the word with such hatred he nearly growled. His face reflected his disgust, but he just glared at the floor. I scooted away, not liking to see him so upset.  

"Can you just...tell me your name?" My ears were ringing and it felt like my brain was pressing on the sides of my skull. I bit down on my lip, tasting blood from the scab, easily torn from my stress I'd felt just a few days ago as well.  

"Louis, love. Call me Louis."

Aww, fluffy shix! Shelouis. Dedicated to AnimalLuver39 for the sweet little talk consisting of funny bunnies and there may or may not have been unicorns. ;D Isn't her kitty cute?!