"Mistakes, people make them. What happened was life changing and not even the word mistake could describe how wrong it was."
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• Logan's P.O.V. • "Do I know you?" He looked at me confused.
"It's Logan." I tried explaining to him who I was but he had no recollection of anything.
We really didn't have much of a conversation. I tried talking to him but all he kept saying was yes, no, or I don't remember.
"I don't remember anything, okay. Just lay off." That was the last thing he said before he turned on his side, closing his eyes. His head was wrapped in white gaze and you can tell where his stitches are because of the extra padding.
I assumed that I was no longer welcome in his hospital room so I decided to leave. Before I pushed the doors open of the exit I turned around and walked towards the front desk.
"What can I help you with ma'am?" Asked the nurse.
"Um how long is his memory going to be gone for?"
"Who exactly?"
"Oh uh, Liam Thompson. Room 2-12 ICU."
She typed something into her computer and then her eyes scanned the screen. Her expression went a little gloom but she changed it before I could notice. But I did notice.
"Hun, he has permanent brain damage. The memory sector of his brain has suffered severe trauma and it is almost definite that he will not get his memory back." My heart dropped and my stomach churned.
"Okay..." I said, I didn't know how to respond to that. "Thank you." I turned around, I had to get out of there.
I walked out of the air conditioned hospital and into the warm air of Saturday. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Liam had permanent damage. I know that he has done worse to other people, me especially, but what I did wasn't supposed to turn out the way it had. Guilt was washing over me, I did the only thing I thought was right to do. Go for a walk.
There was no specific place I was heading to, I just needed to clear my head. I passed by many houses and many streets before reaching a field of grass and wild flowers. It stretched as far as my eyes can see and it was filled with a beautiful array of greens, purples and whites.
It was beautiful. Peaceful and serene. I bent down and picked a flower. It was a daisy, not my favorite but it was still prepossessing. I admired its white petals with barely noticeable veins that run along the length of it. It's center was a light orange, almost yellow, color. It looked as soft as a pillow, like I could lay on it forever and not get uncomfortable. The green stem had a little leaf coming off from it. The daisy looked perfect, but there was many other flowers that looked perfect. So I guess it just looked normal.
