Tracking Logan Foster

{20} Done for You

*Nick's POV*

Grinning from ear to ear, I shouldered my leather jacket, overjoyed to finally be able to wear something besides a wimpy hospital gown that could hardly keep the chill from my bones.

Shooting Iris a wink, I announced, "Let's go," as I hitched a thumb over my shoulder at the door to my suffocating hospital room. Nurse Demetria shook her head, but I caught her smile as she handed me several papers that finely detailed the signs I'd exhibit should I be required to return to the hospital.

I nodded, accepted the papers, and grabbed Iris' arm, practically dragging the poor girl out of the room as I hurried us to the exit.

Just as we breached the automatic doors of the final exit, I held up a hand and requested, "Wait just a second."

Iris had huge blue eyes that widened for a moment in surprise before fading into a pretty smile displaying dimples. I had to look away as my face heated up and quickly dumped the papers the nurse had given me in the nearest trash can.

"Log- Nick!" Iris exclaimed, darting an arm into the garbage. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I stared intently into her eyes as I forced her to take a few steps backwards.

I felt terrible for asking her my next question with the knowledge that I could not remember who she was even if my life depended on it. My gut twisted just thinking about how I'd undoubtedly lifted her hopes when I had told her to prove to me who I thought she was.

In reality, I didn't think she was anyone I'd ever met before. I hadn't even been able to remember my own brother.

I couldn't remember squat about my life before having the tumor removed, but if the scars on my wrists were any indicator as to how it had been, then I wasn't sure I wanted to remember...even if that meant finding out who this girl was to me.

It was true that I'd had dreams of her before, but I didn't think they meant much of anything in regards to my life in the past.

I never got the chance to ask my question when Iris spoke.

"Those papers are important. Nurse Demetria said-"

I abruptly stood up straight, interrupting her with, "I don't care what Nurse Demetria said. I'm not planning on coming back to this god forsaken place."

The harshness of my words made her stiffen as a look of hurt crossed her delicate features.

Without another word, I continued walking until the frosty coldness nipped at my cheeks and the wind howled in my ears. My teeth immediately began to chatter, but I didn't care; I was free.

Turning to look at Iris, I noticed how she was shyly focusing on the concrete sidewalk as she caught up with me. Glancing up once she had reached me, she offered, "My car is just around the corner from this building. I can prove that you do know me."

"Listen," I began, knowing what had to be said. "I lied to you. I don't remember a single face from before the surgery. Hell, I don't even know who I am anymore."

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, at a loss as to what could possibly be said to my previous statement.

The fact of the matter was that there wasn't anything she nor I could say about it.

"Oh," she settled for saying, biting her lip as her brunette curls were strewn across her face from the forceful gust of wind. If it weren't for the below freezing temperatures, I was certain tears would be brimming on the edge of her eyelids. Any tear to be shed was dried up from the relentless winds depriving our bodies from warmth.