Y/n's POV:
The man crouching beside my bed begins to shed tears as I inch away in a stressed panic.
Who is he? How long has he been sitting there on his knees?
"I need a doctor," i whisper, trying to sound as serious as possible but I feel as if i have had the longest sleep of my life.
What happened to me?
He still does nothing, just sitting there in shock, looking as if he wants to hold my hand but is constantly holding himself back because of me being so scared.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I manage to yell, causing strain on my voice. God what happened to me to make me so weak and unsteady. Without me noticing tears stream down my face due to the fact that I had a stranger in my hospital room.
As soon as I yelled those words at him, his face fell, his skin turning dangerously pale and his eyes seemed to have lost all hope.
What was he hoping for? Does he know me?
Then I notice that the stranger began to shake, and breathing heavy to hold back sobs, his nose bright red.
"I-its okay I'll go get the doctor," he murmurs, using the bed as support to get up from his knees he slowly walks his way to the door melancholily, just before leaving looking back with tears.
A depressing silence came over the two of us, the only sound in the room besides the machines was the door softly closing.
Almost immediately my eyes begin to get heavy, eventually causing me to nod off now and then with my head pounding viciously.
The last voice I heard was the one of the man, speaking to the doctor, "she woke up," he says full of saddness and anxiety.
"That's great!" An excited voice booms, I hear him shift excitedly, "this is only recovery from here, she'll get her life back." The doctor must of patted shawn on the back because I could hear the contact of a hand on material.
"She doesn't remember me," the shakiness of his voice brings a silence similar to a cemetary's. i have never heard someone sound so hopeless, or broken and it makes me feel pity for this stranger.
Why?? Am I supposed to know him?
"Oh god," the doctor said in thought, "I'm so sorry shawn. I wish I could tell you when she'll start getting memories again, or if she will but that's completely unpredictable."
The stranger finally has a name, I think to myself, the name shawn fits him well.
I try my best to stay awake but the drowsiness overcomes my wants and I drift off into sleep.
****30 minutes later****
I am awaken by the intercom announcing that there are 30 minutes left of visiting hours.
I look around at my arms and see that there are even more cords and needles attached to me, so I just sigh wondering what on earth happened to me.
Shawn has left, making it easier for me to relax, and gain my strength back without having to worry about him watching me. I have to admit his eyes were a soft brown with a tint of caramel, looking strangely familiar, and he had a kind face, not to mention a handsome one as well.
Something about him was so familiar but yet I couldn't place a finger on where I knew him from.
In the midst of my thoughts the door opens and in walks shawn, his face looking even more broken and tired than before and his hair in desperate need of combing and a wash.
"I-i'm so sorry I forgot my jacket I'll be going," he mumbles this out before I even have the chance to say anything to him. Shawn searches around the room for his jacket until his eyes fall upon the maroon hoodie sitting in the corner.
Just as he was about to leave, his movements quick and nervouse I call out to him.
"Wait," i try saying this loud enough, "shawn?"
He stops dead in his tracks out of clear excitement.
"Y/n? You remember me?" His face lights up with pure joy and estacity of the thought of me remembering him.
"N-no, I heard your name earlier, if you know me so well," i pause trying to come up with the words I should say next, "what happened to me?"
His face falls again and my heart hurts for him, I want to remember him, I really really do but my mind won't allow me.
Shawn breathes in deeply for the preparation of telling me how everything got so screwed up.
"Y-your friend had to go home, because we picked her up earlier for dinner at our house," he puts emphasis on our to show we live together.
What? We live together? You'd think I'd remember.
"And it was late and you volunteered to drive her back, even though I tried insisting that I should be the one to do it," he voice breaks out of guilt that he didn't do it and let me go.
"You dropped her off and on the way home you were at an intersection and a drunk driver hit you almost head on. You fell into a coma and it's been a month y/n." He sniffles and wipes his eyes with his palms letting out shaky breaths.
I begin to get emotional watching him feel so much for me, and blaming himself for all that has happened.
"What is our relationship like?" I smile at the thought of us being together, different images popping through my head letting my imagination run wild.
He laughs, or more like cries at that statement and it makes my heart ache more.
He remembers so much and I can see it's killing him.
"You may not know it doll," i smile at his nickname, it instantly becoming familiar, "but we're in love and we're always there for each other, and I trust you with my life and one of my favorite things in the world is holding you and being able to see that smile you just showed me now. The times that I feel the most saddened is when I need to leave you for tour because I love spending time with you so much," His eyes light up with compassion and happiness explaining to me what we're like and it makes me cry happy tears as fuzzy memories come back.
There's memories of us laying on a couch, and cooking dinner, shawn laughing with me, him leaning in for a kiss, and his beautiful eyes staring right back at mine full of love.
I get slammed with emotions of saddness, joy, passion, and most definitely love, them all directed specifically at shawn.
I begin crying out of happiness and amazement, everything we've been through together coming at me.
"I do remember," i breathe out, reaching for his hand, the two of us crying, "God shawn I do remember you."
He lets go of his tears completely engulfing me in a hug, him crying into my shoulder, "i was terrified," His voice squeaks, "i thought you were never going to remember me."
"I don't even understand myself how I could've forgotten something as amazing as that."
________________________________________~part 2 fam you asked for it and let me tell you my thumbs are jacked from all this typing god damn.
~Leah
