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|Lukas|•Three•

It's eerily silent.

I don't mind it, except this is the urgent care area of the hospital. This isn't normal.

Where's the crying parents who've been informed of a child's passing? The little girl crying because she can never dance again? The man next door, crying because I don't remember him.

I don't hear them and it's discomforting.

I close my eyes for a second to collect my thought and before I can open them I hear a bustle of noise.

"Lukas! Open your eyes! Do you hear me?!" I can't open my eyes, but that voice - It's so familiar.

I hear sirens and shouting.

"Put the weapon down! You're under arrest!"

Someone was shaking me.

"Lukas! Lukas! Wake up!"

I could finally open my eyes.

I bolted up, looking around quickly. White walls, white bed, colorful flowers. It was just a dream.

Searching the room for anything to explain what that dream was, I sighed. Who was the voice? Who was under arrest? Where was I?

I rubbed my forehead, sighing. I debated for a moment whether I should call the doctor or not. He insisted I told him any time I had a semi-realistic dream, it could show my amnesia was clearing up.

If I told him, he would insist I speak with that Mathias boy. I don't know him or I think I don't, I'm not sure. I don't exactly want to speak with the boy, but when push comes to shove.

Making my final decision, I hit the call button and almost five minutes later, the doctor came in. Good thing I wasn't dying.

"Lukas? You called? You never call. Are you in pain?" He asked, quickly checking my vitals.

"No," I said, watching him, "I had a dream," I said contently. He gave a look that said 'go on', so that's what I did. "There were sirens and some man was crying and calling my name. Another person was being arrested," I said softly.

"Did you have visuals of the people?" He asked, adding, what I assumed was, morphine into my IV.

"My eyes wouldn't open," I said, looking at him. I knew the medication would sink in soon and I'd feel tired again.

"What do you want to do about this dream?" He asked, wanting an honest answer.

I thought, what do I want to do about this dream. There's so many choices.

"Could you give me time with that boy? The one who always wants to talk to me?" I tilted my head slightly, staring at him.

"I suppose I could," the doctor replied, nodding. "I'll ask him before he leaves today."

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I felt overwhelmed when the boy showed up. I studied him quickly. He seemed about what height I might be and he had bright blue eyes.

His hair must've disagreed with gravity because it was sticking up in so many places. He wasn't too pale and he wasn't too tan.

My gods, he looked perfect.

When he stepped into the room, he just stared at me for a long while before smiling shakily as his eyes watered.

"Lukas.." he said softly, frowning, "I'm so sorry Luke...I could've helped you," he fell to his knees, laying his head on the bed I was on. The boy began to cry harshly.

"You'll be okay Lukas, did the doctor tell you that?" His voice was shaky and it didn't sound like him.

"I need to talk to you," I said softly. The doctor didn't want me talking too loud because something had damaged my throat in the accident.

"Yes, please, I miss talking to you," he sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes, which were bloodshot and puffy by now.

"I want to know what happened...why did I live? The doctor said I should be dead."

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