The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 12

"I'm gonna go check on Norman. . . ." Sean excused himself awkwardly.

"Let me come." I said, getting up halfway.

"I'm sorry, we're going to ask you to stay in here.  Like I said, we don't know how deadly this disease is and you've been with this women." The doctor stopped Sean from escaping.

"So was Norman.  And the cafeteria.  And you guys.  And the hospital.  And Atalanta Georgia." He said with an attitude.

"We'll figure that out." Dr. Collin said.

"Are you serious?" Sean asked, plopping back into his chair.

I shrugged at him, and just then, a doctor plowed in through the door.  "Norman would like to see Sean."

Sean smiled, got up, rearranged his collar, and hop-skipped out of the room.   "Wait, what about me?" I asked pointing to myself.

"Oh, he didn't mention a girl. But you can come." She said, closing the door.

I pulled myself to the ground and made my way past the doctors.  Even though they let me out, they still trailed closely behind me, mimicking a shadow.  I was annoyed a bit by this, but ignored it.  I wanted to see how my buddy was doing.

When we got to the room, Sean was chuckling at Norman who was acting absolutely fine, just a little tired and weak.

I saw Norman look down at me a couple times before pulling Sean close to him and sitting up.  He whispered something quietly and then smiled at me as he pulled away.  

"Ha, you're funny." Sean chuckled, slipping his hands in his pockets.  I rolled my eyes playfully and sat myself in a seat.

Norman's face twisted up at Sean, and his smile had a hint of confusion.

"So what do you remember?" Sean asked, breaking the look on his face.  It looked like Norman forgot what he was thinking of, and he thought deeply on the question.

"Not much.  Um, swerving into a gang of bikes, then spinning out of control and then flying.  That's it." He explained, yawning a bit.

"You looked pretty damaged.  You alright?" Sean asked.  Norman responded with a slow nod, and with another yawn, his head fell and he was asleep.

I was feeling pretty tired myself, and before the doctors could lead me out of the room, I dozed off myself!  I remember dreaming about something.  Norman, actually.

"Look, just leave me alone." I said to him, stomping away.  I heard him sniffle from behind me and knew he was tearing up.  "What are you so sad about?!  We weren't even dating!  I am just upset that you, you, I mean, ugh!" I grunted, spinning around.

That was what flooded my mind that night. The fight.  How I was asking him why he was mad, but in reality, I was the mad one.  I didn't understand my thoughts completely, so I tried to lay it out all organized:

Norman kissed another girl.  I blamed him for being so upset, but later see how it's ME that was mad.  The women apologized (Even though it was Norman who pulled her in) and I forgave him.  Kind of.  At least, I hope we were good. . . .  No, I ran away.

I'm confused.  Am I on his side or not?  Does he like me or her?  Is he sorry, or am I?  

Those are the things I need.  Just three questions and three answers.  Easy enough.

"We have to get you back to the room." Sean said, shaking my arm gently.  

"I don't wanna get up," I moaned, rolling to my side.  In my sleep, I fell to the floor, and someone draped a blanket over me.  

"I know, but remember, you might, err we, might get Norman sick."

I groaned and blinked a couple times, adjusting to the light.  I looked up at Sean's figure and he was also wrapped in a  blanket.  

"Do the doctors even know if we have Demoxilare err, whatever the crap he said?" I struggled to get up, and Sean finally wrapped his arm around my waist and hobbled a couple steps forward with me.  

"Not sure." He said, chuckling at how out-of-it I was in the mornings.  

"Ouch." I said lazily.  Pins and needles.  My leg was asleep.

"You'll be alright." He joked as we walked out of the room, Sean and his blanket wrapped around me.

"Sean!" A sleepy voice called out from the room we just exited.  It was Norman's.

"Be right back." Sean said, leaning me against the wall like I was a toy, and jogging back into the room.  

I heard quiet whispers from the room, and a moment later, Sean ran out and helped me up again.  My leg got all feeling back, but I didn't want to resist a hug/ help from Sean.

Maybe I do like him.

I thought as I asked him what Norman needed.  "Oh, funny that you asked," He said.  I could feel his body tense a bit.  "He was wondering if we are dating." His smile got weary.

I laughed.  "It was a joke, right?" 

Sean didn't answer right away, I had to ask him again before he said "I'm not sure.  He seemed pretty serious, and when I said no, his smile grew a little.  Weird."

"Shouldn't he know that we're not dating?" I asked, my heart pounding.

Sean's and my steps got slower and we both simultaneously spun around and ran to the room, crowding Norman who looked happy for attention.

"Who is that?" Sean asked, pointing to me but not taking his eyes off Norman.  His words hung in the air.

"Norman, who is that?" Sean asked, his voice intensifying.  Norman took a couple hard stares at me, then finally shrugged.  "Introduce me."

Sean leaned over the bed, propped up with his hands, and I did the same.  

My stomach leaped into my throat and I felt like I had just been shot.  Sean hung his head in disbelief and I just stared off at the wall behind him.  

"Norman, tell the truth.  Do you remember anything?  Me?  The kiss?" I asked, looking back at him.

Sean's head shot up, his eyes big and his eyebrows furrowed.  I held a finger up to him, telling him to wait and that I would explain later.

Norman paused, and his expression froze.  "Should I?"

I couldn't believe this.  Norman didn't remember me.  At all.