Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

t h i r t y - n i n e

It was ages until Boyd woke up. It was in the middle of class, and Brendon called me saying that his Dad had woken up.

Brendon wasn't gonna let me finish that class.

I just sighed and quickly excused myself, before driving him to the hospital.

He seemed nervous.

I squeezed his hand. "It'll be alright Bren."

"What if it's not?"

"It will be."

"Okay..."

I pulled up at the hospital and took his arm.

The walk in was kind of daunting.

Brendon seemed so on edge. His arm was shaking as I led him towards Boyd's room.

I opened the door and lead Brendon in.

Boyd was watching the TV in the corner.

"Hello..."

"Oh... hey...."

"How are you?"

"I'm alright... are you a doctor?"

"No..."

"Who are you then?" He seemed confused. Brendon's grip on my arm tightened.

"N-no one important."

"Then why are you here?"

"I-I....Must be the wrong room..."

"I-I'm B-Brendon?" Brendon whispered. "Your s-son?"

"Pardon?" He asked.

"I-I'm your son... Brendon."

Boyd seemed more confused.

"Brendon is 7 years old..."

"N-no I'm not..."

Boyd still seemed very confused.

Brendon sniffled.

"I think you're suffering some memory loss." I murmured.

"I think you're in the wrong room." He responded.

"No, we're not." I grabbed Brendon's wallet and handed Boyd his ID.

"This is fake."

Brendon tried to leave the room.

I held his arm.

"You've lost your memory. This is Brendon. He's in college."

"I think I know my son."

I pulled Brendon's glasses off so Boyd could see his face properly.

He just stared at Brendon.

Brendon frowned. "Give me my glasses back, Dal."

I sighed and handed them back.

He put them back on his face and went back to trying to find his way to the door.

"Brendon, stop."

"I want to leave."

"You should." Boyd stated.

Brendon walked into the wall, missing the door by a matter of inches.

He grunted and rubbed his forehead.

"Idiot." Boyd muttered, turning his attention back to the TV.

Brendon whimpered.

I went and got a doctor.