True Love//Troye Sivan

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"This is kind of a blue neighbourhood, don't you think?"

"Yea, I guess. But we lived here for years, so you must of liked it."

It was getting kind of late so we decided to go back home.

He still didn't know exactly where we lived so I had to show him.

His fear of being in an automobile didn't help when we had to go places far away.

The sleeping arrangements still are a little messed up, too.

Troye and I both shared the same room before the accident, so he had no other place to sleep but the couch, until he got his memory back.

He also decided early on that every other night we'd trade sleeping in the bed, for some reason.

I didn't listen.

I wanted the bed.

So suck it up, Troye.

The day after our "first date", I went back to the hospital.

It had been a while since I saw Matt.

I didn't even know if he was still alive.

I woke up early and got ready.

Before I left, I wrote a note saying "At the hospital," followed by my phone number.

I set it on the coffee table next to the couch Troye was sleeping on so he could see it when he woke up.

I kissed his forehead and left.

At the hospital, there was a new person at the front desk who didn't know who I was.

I checked in giving all my information that they probably already had.

This new guy was an idiot.

After a few minutes of him asking unimportant information, I was finally let upstairs to Matts' room.

What if he's mad at me? I thought, will he want to talk?

I made it upstairs and looked for his room.

It had been a while since I saw him last so it took me a couple of minutes to remember where it was.

I then remembered and knocked on the door.

After waiting a few seconds without an answer, I let myself in.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him.

Only weeks ago, he was up and moving to say the least.

It didn't even look like he could walk now.

He was very pale and looked like he hadn't eaten in months.

"Hey, Matt," I whispered walking over to him and sitting on the side of the bed.

"How you doing?" I asked, "You don't look too good. I'm sorry we haven't talked in a while, I'm trying to get Troyes memory back. I don't think he will, though."

He was asleep so I didn't get an answer back.

This was exactly like when I had to talk to Troye.

No answer.

Just silence.

"Matt, look, I'm so sorry I didn't visit you more often like I should've. I missed you though. I wish you were okay. I remember when we first met, I'm so glad I looked back at you, struggling."

I held his hand in mine and rubbed it.

I realized this could be the last time I talk to him.

I didn't take my eyes off of him.

A few minutes passed and a nurse walked by his room telling me visiting hours were up.

Visiting hours must be different on some weekdays.

Or someone just wanted me out.

I kissed his hand, said goodbye, and left.

While heading home, I teared up thinking about him.

At home, Troye was awake and making himself food.

"Hey, welcome home," He said pouring some coffee.

"Hey, is Emma up yet?"

"Nah, just us."

"Cool, cool."

He brought the plates of food to the dinning table and we sat.

"So, Troye, have you remembered anything else?"

"Besides my amazing cooking skills?" He laughed.

"Yea, yea, besides that,"

"Um, our 'first date' reminded me how we used to get along so good, I guess."

"Yea?"

"Yea."

"Troye, I've looked into some very good therapists, I think they could help you with your problem."

"Therapy? That'll never work."

"But you don't know that! You could go to therapy for a few sessions, and then come out, and you'll be fixed!"

"Katrina! I don't want to go to therapy!"

"You don't want to remember us?! Our fun times! Are you being serious!"

"Kat, listen, I don't want therapy, I'm fine!"

"Troye! I only want them to fix you!"

He stood silent for a minute, thinking about what to say next.

"Don't fix, what's not broken."