Keep You Safe. . .(a One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Memories

     Jean left a few hours ago, all of my homework was done at school, and thankfully I was off work tonight. That meant I could have more time to take care of Niall.

     I carefully carried a tray that contained my dinner down the stairs and towards Niall's room. I knocked softly before opening the door.

     "Niall." I called gently.

     He was laying down sideways on the bed with the blankets folded back off of him. When he heard me he immediately sat up to face me, releasing a cat-like groan. I wondered how long he had been napping.

     "Dinner time." I announced. He widened his eyes and meowed brightly.

     I set the tray down on the desk and pulled spinning chair out from under the table top. After locking the seat in place I looked at Niall.

     "Come here." I said as I pat the seat cushion.

     His face brightened as he jumped down from the bed. He crawled in a cat-like manner to the chair, then slowly and carefully climbed on top of it. He had to learn the hard way not to jump on top of a spinning chair.

     He sat on his knees in the chair and leaned over the bowl of stroganoff noodles and green beans. He was about to dive face first into it but I stopped him before he could.

     "No no Niall." I said as gently as I could, but he still meowed at me angrily. "Not like that." I continued.

     I grabbed the spoon from the tray, took his right hand, and wrapped his fingers around the handle. "Like this." I said as I guided his hand to scoop some food onto his spoon and bring it to his mouth. He looked confused as I guided him through the process, but he spared no time sloppily licking and biting the food from the spoon bit by bit, getting pasta sauce all over his face.

     I guided him through a few more bites, and eventually he was using the spoon on his own. His bites were still sloppy, but I wasn't going to worry about that right now. At least he was using the spoon, which was the primary goal.

     I hated to admit it, but as much as I was happy to have found Niall, it was frustrating to take care of him in this condition. I wish I knew what I could do to fix him because my powers alone won't do the trick. I wish I could heal him. I wish I could at least help him remember something.

     Remember. . .

     Remember. . .

     Remember!

     That's it! Maybe I could help him remember. Maybe I could try and heal his memory, or something like that.

     Maybe.

     Then again, this is probably more of a mental issue. I can't heal mental. I don't think. It doesn't even sound right.

     Maybe it's like healing a concussion, although this is probably far worse than a concussion, and I guess a concussion is actually physical injury. But I guess there isn't anything wrong with checking for one.

     I could probably just try to see if there is anything physically or mentally wrong with his mind. Maybe if I just sensed for something it couldn't hurt him. Right? Besides, I promised Jean I wouldn't heal anymore without her, or someone else, here. So maybe just trying to sense it was the best solution.

     I watched Niall carefully as he finished his dinner scoop by scoop. He had the sauce smeared all over his face now. Once his bowl was empty he dropped his spoon into it and attempted to lick the mess off of his face, but I took the napkin from the tray and wiped it off instead. He squirmed and meowed as I did, but I carefully held his chin in place until I was finished. He wasn't happy about that. As soon as his face was clean I gave him the glass of milk from the tray, his face brightened back up as he took the glass from me with both hands and chugged half of it down with his tongue alone.