Mine (Part III) - Nolou/Uglydolls Fanfic

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Reluctantly, we eventually brought Michael to the hospital.

He was fine. Unfortunately.

Doctor: He appears to have a severe concussion.

I thought to myself. Maybe 7 years ago I could've done that. But with the malnourished body I had in the moment? No way.

Doctors: "Well actually, the one you caused was minimal. He appears to have had an older one about a couple weeks old. We suspect that's the one that caused his memory loss. Other than that, he doesn't have any other concerning injuries."

Heather: "But I don't think I've seen him around until now..."

Doctor: "He may have been coma tose. Or perhaps, he was just hiding out somewhere. Different people react differently to different situations like this one."

"Oh. I see."

Doctor: "Yes. Due to the seriousness of his injuries, we will have to get the authorities involved just to look into what happened."

Nolan: "Uh- That's alright. I'll take care of it."

The brunette waved his hand and laughed nervously.

Doctor: "But sir, protocol-"

Nolan: "Does protocol include the mayor?"

Doctor: "No.."

Nolan: "Then leave it to me. Thank you so much for your help. I'll take care of it."

The doctor eventually believed him and left Michael in our hands.

We were in the Hallway of the hospital, right outside Michael's room.

Heather: "What do you think happened? Think someone beat him?"

"I don't even care. I'm just pissed they didn't finish the job. "

Nolan: "Maybe it was an accident..."

Heather and I looked at him. He seemed embarrassed that we heard him.

Heather: "I mean, I guess that's possible.. "

I sighed.
"It doesn't matter. Now, we're stuck with him."

Michael: "Ugh. My head is killing me."

He walked out of the room and saw me. He suddenly jumped back and had his hands out in front of him as if we were about to fight.
I wished he would try.

He laid eyes on Nolan and wasn't so tense anymore. That was the part I didn't get. If he'd really forgotten, why did he still have his obsession with Nolan? Wouldn't he have forgotten?

The brunette stared back for a minute but was the first to look away down at the floor. Like he was guilty of something. He stepped back and leaned against the wall. That was farthest he could get from Michael.

"Let's stay in the room for a bit. I need to ask you something."

Michael was reluctant to listen to me. I basically had to drag him back in. He sat on the bed and we all gathered around him. Though, Nolan was the farthest.

" What's the first thing you remember?"

Michael: "How about we take turns asking the questions? I'm first. Tell me my name."

"Ugh. George. Now, what's the first thing you remember?"

Michael: "George? That doesn't feel right. I thought it'd be "Kyle" or.. something cool."

"Answer my question."

Michael: "I woke up in a bag. Okay? A black bag in a poorly dug ditch. My turn. What's his name?

He nodded towards Nolan. I rolled my eyes at him. Even with his memory gone, he was still a pain in the ass.

"His name is Jeffrey. When did you wake up in a bag? How long ago?"

Michael: "This morning. I don't remember anything before that. He doesn't really look like a Jeffrey.."

"Well, that's his name."

Michael: "... Is he shy? Single?"

I looked behind me. Nolan fidgeted with a button on his shirt nervously. I wasn't sure if he was actually paying attention or not.

"He's not, actually. And we're engag-"

Engaged. Yeah, 7 years ago.

"We're... Yeah, he's single. I guess... Kind of."

Heather: "Ugh. This is so annoying. Are we stuck with him now? We're not, right?"

"Not necessarily, but maybe it's better to not let him out of our sights. Nolan, what do you- Nolan?"

He wasn't next to me anymore.
I looked around and realized he was a bit too close to Michael.

Nolan: "Michael. That's your name."

Michael: "Michael? Yeah.. Michael... that feels more like it. Thanks, Jeff."

Nolan didn't correct the last part. Instead he reached out to Michael's chest and pulled his shirt to the side. He seemed to look at something.

Michael: "Gross, right? It's like someone stabbed me or something. You know.. you're really pretty for a guy. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Nolan ignored him and began to walk away.

"Hey.. what's wrong?"
I asked gently but he had already he left into the hallway.

I guess Heather knew that I'd follow him so she said she'd watch Michael until we came back.

I followed after Nolan until eventually we were outside.

He found a patch of grass and leaned over to vomit.

I ran up and held his hair back out of his face. I had to, since his hair was longer than before. I waited until he was done.

"You don't have to be here. I know he stresses you out. If you need to be somewhere else, that's okay."

Nolan shook his head and cleared his throat.
Nolan: "It's not that.. It's my fault. All of it."

"No, it's not. Nolan, this is not your fault."

I hugged him. Some people were staring but I didn't care. His voice was sad and quiet.

Nolan: "I wasn't gardening."

"What?"

Nolan: "Last night... I wasn't gardening."

It took me a few seconds to remember what he was referring to. I broke the hug and held his shoulders instead.

I remembered what Michael had said about waking up buried in a bag. My heart was beating nervously.
I looked him in the eyes.

"You didn't..."

He looked back at me with a guilty look. He looked as if maybe he'd cry.

Nolan: "Yeah."