**Laura’s p.o.v**
I hold my breath.
“Of course I remember who you guys are, you’re my parents.” He replies like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“You remember your siblings right, and Ratliff?” Stormie asks.
“Of course, Riker, Rocky, Ryland, and Rydel.” He replies.
“And R5?” Mark asks.
“Of course, what’s with the twenty questions?” he asks.
“Well honey you were in a horrible car accident late last night and you’ve been in a coma since, the doctors weren’t sure how much, if anything, you’d remember.” Stormie explains.
“The only thing I don’t remember is the accident apparently.” He replies.
Stormie lets out a sigh.
“Well that’s ok, the important thing is you’re here, and you’re ok.” Stormie replies, averting her gaze to me.
“Ross, you, you remember who I am, right?” I ask.
He takes my hand.
“Of course I remember who you are Laura, how could I not?” he asks.
I carefully lay my head on his chest as tears of relief start pouring out.
“Laura what’s wrong?” he asks.
I started crying slightly harder.
“I just, I had the worst nightmare last night, you didn’t remember who I was, o-or your siblings, or the band, or anybody.” I started sobbing.
He wraps his arm around me.
“Oh Laura, I could never forget any of that, I could especially never forget you, not even if I wanted to.” He replies, kissing me on my forehead.
Even though I was relieved, the memory of what had happened in the last 36 hours started flashing behind my closed eyes as I blinked back tears.
“It’s just, getting the news that you’d been hurt and then seeing you in a coma not knowing what you’d remember or if you’d remember anyone, or anything, and wondering if your memory would come back and then the nightmare.” I start to rant, gasping every now and again through my sobs.
“Shhh shh, it’s ok, I’m here, I’m fine, and I’m never gonna forget you, or anything else, I couldn’t, not ever.” He replies comfortingly, resting his head against mine.
Stormie came over, taking Ross’s hand which was resting on my shoulder.
“Why don’t you go get the other’s Laura, they’re going to want to see him.” She says.
I nod my head as I wipe the tears out of my eyes.
And I leave to go get the others.
**a few days later**
Ross had come home a few hours ago; we were now sitting in his room looking through the scrapbook I’d made him four our second month anniversary.
Ross laughed as he pointed at a picture of me and him standing soaking wet in his parents front yard.
“I remember that day.” He said.
I started laughing too.
“When you locked your keys in the car and we got locked out and it started pouring rain and we had to walk to a gas station to call your parents.” I reply.
