Game Of Hearts

Forget Me Not

Ethan awoke to glistening brown eyes that hovered above him. Cherry lips mouthed something he couldn't make out and she left, but only briefly. She returned with a glass of water and whispered for him to sit up. He did so and she handed him the glass of water.

His throat was dry so he chugged it down. The first sip burned, but he concealed it well. He nodded his thanks and set the glass into a table next to him.

"Thank goodness you're okay" she whispered. "I feared the worst."

A weak smile crept across his face. She had such an angelic voice. He must be dead already.

It was strange though, he didn't recognize this woman at all. He was almost certain his mother had blue eyes. Almost. His head really hurt. "I'm a fighter. I don't give up that easily." He frowned. "What... happened exactly?" He whispered softly, making her lean in closer.

A frown creased Olivia's forehead. "What's your name"
"Ethan"
She nodded
"Your surname?"
"Ryder"
She nodded again. "And who am I?"

He tried to think. Tried to make a picture, tried to remember something, anything about this beautiful angel in front of him. "I'm sorry" he stuttered "I really don't know"

She sighed and felt a pang of hurt in her heart. "Well, judging by how hard you hit your head, your memory should spring back in a couple of hours." She whispered. "Until then, don't do anything drastic.

He smirked. "And by drastic you mean..."

Really? He didn't remember his bad boy nature? Or his persistent stubbornness? "Just stay out of trouble, Ryder." She smiled, recognizing what he was getting at. She collected the empty glass from his bedside and walked into another room. Most likely the kitchen.

"Well this is homey" he whispered to himself, getting a better look at the room. The orange walls were not the only thing that stood out. The door that the woman went through was blue. Someone clearly had a good sense of taste. He thought sarcastically.

He stood up and after feeling satisfied with taking a few steps and not falling to his death, he went through the same door that the woman went through.

Olivia saw him and her green eyes widened. She rushed over to him and placed her hands on his shoulder. "What are you doing!" She reprimanded him. "You're supposed to be lying down!"

Ethan looked puzzled. "But I'm fine-"
"Nope"
"If you're going to drag me back there at least tell me your name"
"Olivia" She breathed.
"I can take care of myself, Olivia."  His chest burned fiercely in protest as her name rolled off his tongue. Olivia shivered involuntarily, forgetting how his voice impacted her nowadays.

"Look, if you wanna go, then go. But don't blame me when you tear something or break a leg." She said stubbornly.

Ethan folded his arms. "Why is it so important for me to sleep? Why do you care about my health so much?"

His look alone told her he wasn't used to people caring. Let alone sticking around. Her heart did a little back flip. "I'll tell you if you sleep for at least an hour."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Fine. An hour only."

Olivia let out the breath she'd been holding and clasped her hands together. "Thank you."

Ethan let his eyelids flutter closed and waited on his brain to start playing images that often clashed with emotions like it always did.