Pieces of my memories are missing, but I think I understand the big picture. Phil immediately falls asleep. I start to pet his hair. My eyes slowly begin to get heavier. I close them. I kiss Phil's forehead, snuggle up next to him and drift off to sleep.
All I could remember of my dream from that night was colors and faces. No storyline, just pictures.
After a couple of days, I was released from the hospital. I had a broken leg, a concussion and a fractured wrist. Nothing too bad. I was on pills helping with the pain and the trauma. On a wheelchair out of the hospital, pushed by Phil, I am finally free.
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Forgotten.
FanfictionThings suddenly take a turn for the worst when Dan falls off a balcony and can't remember anything at all.
