Impact

Sorry

She opened her eyes, soft sunlight caressing her face. Where was she? Her nose was blocked with plastic tubes and her body ached as though she hadn't used it in a while. A hand squeezed hers, and she started. She looked around at the hand squeezer and was met with an unfamiliar face. A boy of around sixteen smiled at her. She screamed and scrambled away from the boy. Who was he?

Nurses bustled into the room trying to calm her.

She couldn't manage to place the boy in her memories. He wasn't there. Yet there was an air of familiarity surrounding him. She continued to scream until the nurses gave up, and subdued her with Morphine. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she felt his hand close around hers again.

In her dreams he was there as well. Things that seemed as though she should know them, but she didn't. A bright eyed, dark haired little boy defended her when others said she was weird. They laughed in classes, sharing inside jokes about their classmates. Smiling as her phone lit up alerting her of a text from him. But who was he?

Sander. The nickname suddenly popped into her mind. She wondered why.

When she woke again she forgot all that she dreamed, as people often do. She looked up at the now vaguely familiar boy with wide eyes. He looked at her, and he seemed terrified of what might come.

"Thyme?" He asked tentatively.

"Who are you? Am I supposed to know you?" She asked in a shaky voice. "Where are my parents?"

He sighed. The nurses had told him this would happen. "My name is Lysander Jackson, your best friend of eleven years. You've been in a coma for two months after you were involved in a hit and run accident. It caused damage to your brain that means you don't remember me or probably any part of your life. And I'm really sorry Ty. Your parents died about a week after your accident." He bit his lip, hoping that he hadn't unloaded too much information on her after waking up.

Tears filled her eyes. "You're lying." She spat out. "Where are they?"

He shook his head, and waited for the abuse or screaming that might start. Instead he heard a single sob. Heart wrenching. He wished he could comfort her, but he knew that she might think it was creepy. Considering in her mind, she didn't really know him.

"I'm sorry." He said, as those words were the only he could find to comfort her in any way.