A/N: okay, so here's a tiny warning for some homophobia. Also, all scenes in italics are dreams/memories.
Phil woke up to bright lights.
When his eyes focused in, he noticed white walls and the beep of a machine. He realized he was in the hospital, but what for?
He blinked his eyes a few times, and a voice called out, "He's awake."
The voice did not sound familiar, so Phil thought it was a doctor. But when he looked up, there was a boy his age that was sitting on a chair next to his hospital bed.
"Phil?" The boy said, his voice full of hope.
The boy's hope was crushed when Phil asked him groggily, "Who are you?"
The boy's eyes made him look hurt. He seemed like he was going to explain who he was, but then he got tapped on the shoulder by a woman. This woman however, was familiar. "Mom?"
His mom smiled warmly at him, "Hey son."
The doctors came into the room to check up on him since he just woke up. He learned that he had been in a minor accident.
All of his wounds would heal, except it seemed like Phil lost his memory.
The doctor asked, "What day is it, Phil?"
Phil's nose scrunched up as he thought about it. "Some time in August?" He guessed.
The boy (that Phil still didn't know the name of) exchanged a look with Phil's mom.
The doctor explained to Phil that it was actually April. That meant that he forgot everything prior to August.
"That's why you don't know me," The boy said sadly. "We didn't meet til October."
Now that Phil was more awake, he took the time to observe. Mainly the boy. He tried his best to remember something, but when he looked at him, it was like a question mark popped up in his mind.
Phil's mom sent the boy a look, which caused the boy to leave. Phil was frowning now.
How much has happened that he can't remember?
His mother tried to point out the positives. "You could've forgotten more important things than some boy."
Phil recoiled at how she said boy. Phil had the feeling that his mom didn't like him, but why? He didn't seem rude or anything like that.
"But who is that boy?"
Phil's mom scowled. "That's not important. Let's just be grateful that you're well."
Things didn't seem right, but Phil couldn't find it within himself to ask any more questions. He drifted off to sleep.
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When he woke up the next morning, he heard the voices of the boy and his mother, in what seemed to be an argument.
"You can't do this!" The boy whispered loudly.
"I'm his mother, and I have the right to control who my son talks to," his mother whispered. It seemed they didn't want to wake him up. Too late for that.
The argument drew to a close quickly. "Don't ever talk to him again, or so help me god," his mother whispered angrily.
This side of his mother scared him. Why was she being like that? Phil could only remember her being nice and cheerful. What happened?
The boy turned to leave, but before he left, he stated boldly, "You're just afraid."
Phil heard the creak of his mother sitting down in the chair next to him and pretended to be asleep for by next few minutes, but he was buzzing with questions he wished he had the answers to.
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By the end of April, he had been discharged from the hospital and back at school. School was ending soon, so most of his classes were just reviewing.
