Amnesia (a short story)

Nial Cameron

Michael hadn't left the hospital the entire weekend since his official release. He had stayed by Carlisle's bed side, waiting for him to open his eyes. The doctors had all said there was no change in his status, he wasn't responding to anything they tried.
  Stretching, Michael stood up from the uncomfortable hospital chair and headed for the door to the small room. It was routine, he would sit for a few hours, go for a walk and get a cup of coffee.  
  Turning the corner, he ran headfirst into another person. Stepping back, he looked up to see exactly what he'd run into, only to see an extremely beautiful man looking back at him.
   The blond hair, the green eyes, if he wasn't already engaged then he would have jumped all over that. Judging by the white coat he was wearing, Michael assumed he was a doctor, or at least a nurse.
    Holding out a hand, the man smiled, "Nial, you are?" Michael couldn't speak for a minute, he hadn't felt this way since he had first asked Carlisle to marry him. After regaining his ability speak, his voice came out high pitched, "M-Michael, my name is Michael Weatherly." Nial chuckled, a smirk finding its way to his lips, "Well then, Michael Weatherly, you look like you could use some coffee."
    Michael went to protest, only to have Nial hold up his hand, "Judging by the look in your eyes, you have a story, that's what I'm interested in at the moment." Unable to reason with Nial, Michael followed the man.
   The hospital had a small café, as most do, small tables and couches littering the small space. Sitting across from Nial, hands wrapped around his coffee cup, "So, if I have to tell you my story, you need to tell me yours."
   Sighing, Nial ran a hand through his hair, "Well, my name is Nial Cameron, I'm a neurosurgeon. I started working here about two weeks ago after transferring from a hospital outside Detroit." Nial leaned forward, elbows planted on the table, "Now then, your turn mister Weatherly."
    Michael felt chills erupt all over, he knew he shouldn't be here while Carlisle was in a room a few hallways down, but what was the harm in talking to somebody.
   Michael sighed, eyes locked onto the brown liquid that rested between his hands, "My name is Michael Weatherly. I've lived just outside of Flint Michigan until I turned eighteen. After which, I proposed to my boyfriend of many years, Carlisle Whittaker. On our way from a bonfire last night, I was doing eighty down a dirt road and hit a deer. Carlisle wasn't wearing his seat belt, he was thrown from the car and the doctors said he struck his head several times. The doctor's don't know if he will ever recover."
  Nial almost choked on his coffee at the Mention of Carlisle's name. Carlisle was scheduled for surgery to reduce sever cranial swelling once he was stable. He went to say something, his pager going off. Nail sighed, "Duty calls.." Standing up, he pulled a card from the front pocket of his coat, "Call me sometime, I would to hear more about you and Carlisle."
  Michael watched as he walked away, looking at the card on his hand.           
He was a neurosurgeon, so maybe he would be willing to help Carlisle. Maybe, just maybe, he could help his fiancé.
   He stood up, exiting the small café, he hadn't touched his coffee the entire time and decided to just toss it. As he walked back to the hospital room, Nial was the one person his mind was trained on. Walking into Carlisle's room, Michael had to leave soon. Tomorrow he would be back at work, carrying on like nothing was happening in his life. But he would be here, every night after work, this is where he would be. The moment Carlisle woke up, Michael would be the first person he would see. He would be beside him every step of the way. Picking up his bag, Michael kisses Carlisle on the forehead, "I will see you tomorrow night, I love you.."  Picking up Carlisle's left hand, he kissed it softly before setting it back on the bed, he left the room, tears streaming down his face.