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Chapter Twenty Eight

**Revised a bit! The beginning is the same, but small details in the end are different!**

Chapter Twenty Eight

Amanda’s P.O.V

I heard the rhythmus beeping once more and I sighed lightly. Another day of no memories. Of not knowing who I am, where I am, what people are like, why I should know them, how I should see them, and most importantly, why I’m even in this stupid hospital. I don’t even know the people who come to see me and cry for me day in and day out. I feel horrible for it, letting them down, each day by telling them I still don’t remember. 

I slowly started easing my eyes open, waiting for the dread. Waiting to see the flowers and people who would attack my vision that day. Each and every day that happened for the past three days. A never-ending cycle. But neither were there. Well, one person was sitting in the visitor’s chair. Only one. It was a young guy. He had his shoulders slumped, his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hand. I could tell he was in emotional pain. Maybe more or just as much as the others. His shoulders moved slowly, and I could tell he was breathing deeply. 

I smiled politely even though he couldn’t see me and said lightly, “Hey.”

His head snapped up and he blinked at me for a long while. I saw his eyes search my face, looking for something. I don’t know what. But his eyes held surprise, and a hint of happiness and wariness. “Hi.” He whispered back, running his hands through his hair. 

“How are you?” I asked him. I wanted to be nice, and create conversation even though I didn’t know who he was and who he was to me. 

He just shrugged in response, still watching me. Then he responded lightly again, searching my eyes instead of my face now. “Can you…you know, remember anything yet?” His voice was shaky and nervous. I know he wanted me to say yes, but if I had, I probably would have called out his name when I saw him there, right?

I searched his eyes now. I could tell he was scared. Scared for himself? For me even? For something in his life? His life in general? “No.” I voice replied weakly. 

I wanted so badly to remember this guy’s name. I wanted to know who he was in general. I wanted to know why his eyes were so alluring, and why I wanted just to hug him. I wanted him to comfort me and vice versa. But I had no idea where these feelings were coming from, or what they were even. 

“Oh. Umm, okay. So, are you okay?” He fidgeted in the chair, and seemed even more nervous. 

I nodded and we just sat there in an awkward silence. Then, I heard the door opening, and a voice calling out, “Amanda, I’m here to see you once more!” The voice was familiar, but not distant-memory-familiar. It was familiar only because I heard it often. By often, I mean several times a day. He claimed to be my brother Nate. I was never lonely here, but I think God is doing this to me for the best. 

He instantly came into view. He looked at me first, a large smile on his face, then at the boy in the chair. I realized then, watching him recognize the boy, that he wasn’t like the others. They would see me and instantly introduce themselves. The boy didn’t. It was like he wanted me to remember for myself. Maybe I like that better than having names pushed in my face. 

“Dylan. Good to see you here. I thought you wouldn’t come. You know, I’m sorry…about Friday.” Nate said to him, his face instantly turning sad. 

The guy, Dylan, put on a fake smile. Without thinking, I knew it was fake. I could just see it. I could tell. Nate couldn’t, but I could. It was that distant memory thing that had been popping up from time to time. Like, I could instantly recognize something, but didn’t know how or where the memory was coming from and I would do it without even realizing sometimes.