Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)

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"I don't know who you are, w-why are you here? Why am I here?" His face was ridden with anxiety and confusion as he looked to all the unfamiliar faces in the room.

"That's okay, it's okay that you don't know me, but- but-"

"Darling, don't push him," the nurse who had been seeing to him ever since being admitted here, rested her hand on my shoulder lightly.

"I'm not, I'm just going to tell him a short story, is that ok?" I turned to look at the nurse. Pleading with her to let me talk to him, even if for a little while.

"Okay, ten minutes, then I'll be back and you need to go,"

The nurse left quietly, as did everyone else slowly who had gathered in the room to see him, "It's Dylan right?" I looked up, sniffling as he nodded slowly, a small frown crossing his features.

"So they've told me, I don't really know for sure though," he glanced down, "I've been awake an hour and I'm completely empty. Zero knowledge, no feelings, my instincts tell me I can't trust them but maybe that's because I don't know them personally," he sighed, "I don't know anyone personally anymore,"

"You can get to know them again, it'll be long and gruelling to have to start over and redo everything but it'll be easier, you might even remember a few things. And it'll be less painful than having people try to tell you who you and aren't,"

"I suppose so," he exhaled slowly, picking at the threads on his bedsheets, "Umm can I ask you something?"

I chuckled, "Like who am I and why am I here?"

He nodded sheepishly, "Not to be rude or anything, I just, I know nothing," his voice wavered off as he observed my face, "Though, from your reactions when I woke up, the fact that I can tell you've been crying and the fact that you're the only person still here, it tells me you're important to me,"

"Hey," I smiled, not wanting him to overthink it, "None of that matters right now, what matters is getting you back to health and helping you either recover your memories or start over ok?"

"I feel bad though, I don't know you, though you're clearly important to me, and, I'm clearly important to you,"

"Dyl," I paused, catching myself, "I mean Dylan, look at me," I sat down cautiously beside him, wanting him to be comfortable, "Earlier you were talking about instincts, who you felt you could trust and who you couldn't yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure who I can and can't anymore. I can't explain it, but I just... I got bad vibes from them,"

"Do you feel like you can trust me? Do I give off bad vibes?"

The silence was deafening as I waited for him to answer me, for me to hear if I had a chance to get my Dylan back.

"I-I, I trust you,"

"Honey, times up I'm sorry. Front desk is asking for you to leave," the nurse smiled apologetically and I smiled sadly, rising from my seat.

"Hey, you'll be back, right?" His small voice called out as I went to pass the nurse, who gasped slightly, smiling as she realised my small talk had made a little difference.

"Only if you want me to," I span around, watching his reaction carefully as he nodded quickly, "Then I'll see you tomorrow, bye Dylan,"

He looked, "Bye- wait, what's your name?"

"It's Lola, my names Lola,"

He frowned although he was thinking deeply about something before shaking his head rapidly and facing me again, "Okay, well um goodbye Lola,"