Forever and Always - BoyxBoy -Complete-

20

Jake

Everything happened in a split second time, a blink of an eye, a flash of a camera light, shuttering the whole scene, illuminating the darkness surrounding the whole vicinity. Everything moved like clockwork: passing of tools from person to person, a planned and strategic sequence of movements that's going on inside, a one-man perspective giving orders like a general issuing commands to his soldiers. No one was in a state of panic; it was only me, except, it's totally submerged down to my heart, suppressed before it instils fear to my soul. A calm face was imprinted instead rather than being anxious. It still feels so unreal; a drugged-like hallucination where my world is in total blur, a focused sight to Daniel, struggling from their clutches as they tried to calm him down. He's afraid, scared. I am too.

But what baffles me the most is the truth; he's lost his memories. It's not confirmed yet, but it's what my eyes can see before me; no knowledge of who I am, nor his friends nor his mom maybe nor, and might be true and factual, himself as well. Am I just jumping into conclusions? Being impulsive of what is presented to me to say the Daniel has forgotten about us? He may just be in a state of shock or some sort of similar conditions. That is another possibility, right? I can't simply neglect all the chances that there will be a positive outcome. There has to be somehow.

"Can we please ask you to leave the room for the mean time? We need to sort him first. We'll give you an update as soon as we finish with this. But for the moment, please." A nurse came up to us, showing the wide open door with her hand, gently open and guiding us. But before they could push me out, I stretched my neck, tip-toeing high enough to see what's going on from behind. I saw one of them preparing a syringe, somehow checking it and pressed it into a bottle. She then pricked it on Daniel's right arm as they hardly restrained him, shoving them all aside mightily. "What the-" I made my way back in as Paul and Jeff held me back from entering the room again. I can hear his cries clear and loud enough, screaming in pain before fading out suddenly. He then fell down, head swayed backwards and slammed on the headrest. “Can’t you see what they're doing? Daniel's hurt! I need to get to him now!"

"Jake we understand that, they understand that but Daniel needs to calm down. He's not himself right now and they won't be able to do something if they let him loose wildly inside. They have to knock him down." Jeff, who is now pulling me away from the room and was about to pull me hard that I could instantly crash onto the wall before he let go. "Jeff, you've made a serious mistake of doing that." I ran up to him as I got up with fists clenched ready to strike him, trying to tackle him. Jeff was already in stance for a fight, keeping his two arms guarding himself from my upcoming attacks. Before I could reach him tough, Paul hit my shoulder hard like a sledgehammer, pushing me away and once again, I fell hard on the stone-cold floor on my butt. "Jake if you're going to be drastic now, I'm telling you already, you're not going to like every single beating I could give you before you even scratch him once. So please, I'm asking you to calm down."

"How can you tell me to calm down if that's what they're doing to him? He's totally defenceless against them." He offered his hand, which I grabbed and pulled me up then pat my shoulder. "He's going to be fine. He might just be in shock when he saw you for the first time and when they sort things out, he'll go back to how things work on to the two of you. Who knows, it might just be a temporary one. There are cases like those that when someone wakes up from coma, he or she will have amnesia but only for a short period of time."

Sitting me down on a corner, his hand soothes the pain and anger I felt. My whole body became tense; every limb is shaking almost violently. It still seemed so unreal to me, stuck in a daydream of a harsh reality. “Paul, all those four years Daniel and I spent had gone so easily, just gone. It’s all been wasted and-“A hard slap hit my cheek, my body still stayed stationary after that. Not a droplet of tear escaped from my eyes as the tear ducts   starts to overflow with it. No Jake, you shouldn’t cry. Be strong for Daniel. It’s going to be okay, he’s going to be okay. My mind chanted continuously inside, keeping myself together. “You’re giving up this easily? Come on! If you truly love him, be strong, stay strong. As you’ve said, four years! Four fucking years you've spent together! It doesn’t have to end this way Jake!”

“Why should I keep on fighting if there’s nothing else worth fighting for?” I snorted. Paul kept on pacing back and forth, crossing his arms then stopping right in front of me. “Then make new ones. It will be hard, I know. It's not going to be easy but it’s still worth keeping and fighting.”

Kean

“Kean let’s get out first. They need to do something and we’ll just get in their way.” Liam snatched my arms and we went outside, but my head still is stuck on Daniel. Once outside, we went towards the far side of the hall where it’s calmer and serene. My heart kept on speeding up but gently slowed down as we walked further and further. “Li, do you think Daniel’s got… I don’t know, maybe amnesia?”

“ Perhaps, but don’t be so sure yet. He might be shocked or panicked when he saw a lot of people around him. I’m guessing they’re going to do further testing if his brain is somehow damaged or something. But, don’t get your hopes high up for now. There will always be uncertainties that come along with his condition." Liam stated in a cool manner, like he's reassuring me. "I don't know yet, Li. I'm totally lost."

"Maybe this is a signal for you to get things going. That this is the most perfect opportunity for you to move and well, start with something."

"Don't you have any sympathies at all?"

"I'm just saying. There's nothing bad in what I said, or is there?"

We fell quiet for a few minutes, then Jake and his friend arrived and sat beside us. "Jake, no matter what happens; I'm going to take Daniel from you. For all I know, you're the cause of this one and I assure you, you won't have him back." I said, without making any eye contact to him, only a strong growl afterwards. I heard him getting up from where he sat, stomped on the floor, then picked me from the ground by the collar of my shirt. "You know what? You're just a weakling, a puny piece of shit. So don't you say those words like you can do everything, especially if it involves Daniel."

"Heh, now  look who's about to give up earlier and would just cry like a baby. You're not as strong as you look, dumb ass." I snorted, back-firing the words he just said. His head flushed red, almost smoking out like a mad bull being taunted by a matador. "You're just another germ, sticking up your nose." He retorted. "What makes of you then? Another parasite, slowly creeping and killing him?""

Take those words back!" followed by a punch on my stomach. "Take them back I said!" he grunted once more. I spit on his face with disgust. "I won't and no matter what you do, you'll never have Daniel back."

He send me flying back towards the bench, walking away like a mad man. "I don't have any intention to have a fist fight with you because I know I'll lose." I screamed, no pun intended of course. Then like his patience had snapped he ran back to me, ready with his assault only to be held back by his friend. Okay, don't get cocky now, you're not like him. Just try to irritate him more. He'll give up sooner than you thought. I breathed easily and slowly.

Jake

"Why you!?" I cursed under my short breathes. Rage. Anger. Yet again, before I could such thing, Paul instinctively take hold of my shirt, pulling me back. "Jake, if you're going to take him now, you might as well give up on Daniel."

I was stunned, halted, stopped. "That calmed you down." He sighed. "Maybe you can talk to Daniel later when he wakes up again, then decide and make your resolve."