"Errrr Mrs O'Brien?" I smiled kindly at the women at behind the desk, the woman who was my mentor and trainer on this course and the woman who I've known for most of my life.
"Yes darling?" She'd smiled sweetly, flashing me the same smile she always had when I was growing up.
"Tracey called from reception, Dylan's on his way up, something about his lunch?"
"Ahh shoot, I forgot! I was supposed to nip out and pick him something-"
"Gee thanks mom, I feel so special now!" The tall brown haired lad smiled sarcastically from the office doorway. Having obviously arrived mid conversation.
"I'm so so so sorry Dyl honey, hang on just a minute and I'll-"
"Umm Mrs O'Brien your meeting is in five minutes," I bit my lip, realising she didn't have time to go out and grab him something, "Then you're supposed to be inducing Mrs Carmichael,"
"Oh crap, darling, I know you're finished for the day but could you maybe see if I can push the meeting? Then I'll be able to grab something before the induction for Dyl," she added turning to face her son.
"No mom don't worry about it, I'll just go and-"
"Wait Lo my sweet, could you maybe go grab something for him? Or go with him?"
I didn't particularly have anything left to do except small amounts of paperwork but I could do that back at home or during lunch. I had a bunch of assignments to left for classes as well and I know Dylan did too, it worked out quite nicely actually.
"Sure, I'll go grab my purse,"
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I finished my second story of many I had decided I would tell Dylan during my visits to him while he were hospitalised. Changing the names of those in the story of course so he wouldn't be overwhelmed by me telling him stories of his life or my own for that matter.
If he was going to remember or recover any memories, I wanted the narrative alone to remind him or strike a familiarity within him, in his own time. Not for me to force the stories on him and tell them they're his memories and not just stories.
"Did the girl go with him for lunch that day like the mom suggested?" His voice pulled me out of my trail of thoughts, causing me to meet his gaze once again and smile.
"Yeah she did, and she has everyday since then as well actually,"
"They must be close then,"
"You have no idea," I smiled, glancing back at the guy beside me fondly, "Now tell me, do you like the masterpieces of George Lucas or not?"
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
