"Ian!" Aira finally exclaimed, rushing towards the man who sat completely still at his bed. The nurse left with a smile as she fetch the doctor. Kurt had a happy grin across his lips.
"Oh, God. I'm glad you're awake." Aira cried, holding Ian's hand close to her chest, "Are you okay? Feeling anything different?"
Ian looked at her, an unfamiliar expression scribbled across his face. His eyebrows was knitted in a way Kurt and Aira can't explain.
"Ian? Bro?" Ian glance at Kurt, "Who is she?" Ian spoke, his voice frigid. Aira felt her heart ache painfully.
"What? Ian, what did you just say?" She whispered, backing up slowly until she met the wall, "Whoa, dude. Fuck it. If you're messing with us then it's not fucking funny." Kurt grunts.
Ian furrowed his eyebrows even more, "Since when did I joke?" Kurt nodded in agreement, "True. Your jokes are, indeed, very corny." Kurt spoke truthfully.
"Wow. Just . . . wow. Thanks for telling me honestly." Ian said as he rolled his eyes.
"Kurt!" Aira exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks, "That's right. Ian, you seriously don't remember her?"
"Bruh." Ian signed, exasperated, "Whaddaya think?" He groaned.
"Still . . ." Kurt spoke, feeling uneasy, "She . . . meant a lot to you."
Ian furrowed his eyebrows and soon it softened, "You mean . . . I lost my memories? Of her?"
Kurt nodded, sighing, "I should've known that prick won't give up easily."
"That prick is also your brother, Kurt! Why can't you-"
"He's not what I meant!" Kurt yelled back, running both of his hands through his air. His face scribbled with disbelief.
"It's not Ren. It was never him in the first place." He muttered, feeling weary and shallow.
"Then who?"
". . . Fan!" He cursed in Swedish, punching the nearest wall insight.
Aira never felt so broken. So lost. And so . . . devastated.
"Kurt, you have to pay for that." Ian spoke calmly, "Seriously, dude. Calm down."
"Calm down?" Kurt suddnely spoke, Aira couldn't see his expression because of the bangs that covered his face, but the tone of his voice is frigid. Deep. Frightening.
"Did you just tell me to fucking calm down?" Then, Aira rushed quickly to her friend as Kurt attempted to attack Ian, "How can I possibly calm down, you kinky fucktard!" He growled, struggling against Aira's firm grip.
Ian sat perfectly still, a straight face scribbled across his face, "Fuck you for telling me to calm down! Don't you know how much pain she dealt every single day? Just because you're a fucking pussy who can't tell her how you really feel?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Din jävla fitta!" He cursed, soon calming down as his knees collapsed to the cool, hard ground of the room. Breathing heavily through the process. Regaining his usual strength.
". . . Wow. I must be such a pussy before I lost my memories, huh?" Ian remarked. Kurt laughed and nodded, "You were, you fucking kunt."
Aira sighed in relief, "I thought you were going to kill him." She giggled and soon laughed cheerfully.
Making the two men inside laugh as well.
