The Aftermath

twenty

"Dan I have to tell you something."

"Okay Doc. Lay it on me."

"Promise me you wont freak out? This type of thing is normal, and more times than not, it is reversible."

"Well you're scaring me now... what is it?" My heart pounded in chest. Am i some kind of mutant now or what?!

" I talked with your parents about the questions we went over this morning.... And they informed me that this.. this "party" you saw your brother at, it was 8 months ago." 

"I don't understand."

"Dan you have amnesia. Retrograde amnesia. These things normally happen after an accident, or sometimes an operation.  Sadly, it's very common."

"So you're telling me that i basically forgot the last eight months of my life?"

"Yes. But as bad as it sounds.."

"It sounds pretty terrible." I cut her off and put my head in my hands. My head was ponding and all of this just felt like a dream.

"..As bad as it IS, I think we can be thankful. It could have been worse. Have you ever seen 50 First Dates?"

"Oh god, yes. So I wont be trapped on the same day for the rest of my life..." I pondered this for a minute before sighing. "you're right, it could be worse."

"Some amnesia victims recover their memory within weeks. But some, just have to make new memories. Another thing we can be thankful for, is you only lost 8 months. It could have been 5 years. Hell, you could have even forgotten your own name, and family."

"Is anyone going to start filling me in on what's happened?" I asked, feeling grim about the situation.

"If that's what you want." She took my hand in both of hers, and smiled warmly at me. After everything, being trapped in my body, the surgery, and now, finding out that the last thing i remember happing actually happened 8 months ago, Dr. Hammel has been by side. I didn't want her to leave, so when she got up, i pulled her back down. "Dan what are you doing?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"I was just going to let your family know that they can see you now. I'll be back before you know it."

I stared her down before accepting that she was telling the truth. I let her go and felt embarrassed by my clinginess.

~

"Shane stabbed me?!" I looked at my mom incredulously. Shane wouldn't stab me. He's my friend.

"Yes." She looked sad as she lifted my shirt and pointed to two scars, one slightly above the other.  "Twice.
You almost died Dan. Actually you did... But the doctors were able to resuscitate  you, thank god." She tried holding back tears,  i reached up and cupped her cheek, a single tear falling.

"But Dr. Hammel said that he had visited a couple of times?" i said, trying to wrap my head around the fact that quite possibly my only friend, actually stabbed me.

"He has visited. And he seemed to be civil. But i promise, Dan, he's not your friend."

"I'm hungry." my statement too my mom off guard, and she laughed.

"Of course you are sweetheart. Do you want us to get you something to eat?"

"I really want a hamburger from the grill."

"I'll see what I can do." She smiled and kissed the top of my head. Adrian waved goodbye, and said "see you in a bit." And dad was at work right now. So all of a sudden I was left alone in the room, with the Phil guy.

The pained expression hasn't left his face since i broke the news that I had no idea who he was. I feel bad, and i want so badly to remember, so he can be happy, but nothing is ringing a bell. The last thing I remember about him, is making fun of his hair, with Shane by my side. And I remember the time I ran into him in the hallway, and said the infamous lines "watch where you're walking faggot." But I can't remember anything that would explain to me, why this boy was and has been in my hospital room for the past 23 days.

"How are you feeling, Dan?" he asked, trying to break the ice.

"I've been better. You?"

"I've been better." he forced a smile my way, but I frowned at him.

"Hey don't be sad please. We'll figure this out."

"Yea.." If it was even possible he looked more upset now than he did before.

"Phil?" he looked up at me. "I-I'm sorry.. for all the things that I've said to you. "

"No. Don't start this Dan. You've apologized enough, whether or not you remember it. I don't want you to feel bad for that. So how about you just forget that too?"

"I'm sor-"

"I swear to god Dan, don't finish that sentence."

"Fine."

"Fine."

A/N unedited, but u knew that.

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