Heroes In Paris

Get Away From Me

Hey Guys, THIS IS LIKE SOOO LATE BUT...AT LEAST ITS HERE

P.S I'm sorry Jen and Aidan in advance

"May I ask....Who are you"

Aidan looked at the 5 people with confusion sewed into his features.

"You've have to be joking right" Lion smiled forcefully. "You're just screwing with u- He's just screwing w-with u-us" Risa said convincingly. Although, that's what her mouth and heart wanted to believe, her brain knew better.

"I'm sorry, but am I supposed to know who you are" Aidan smiled sympathetically.

"Of Course we are yo-"

"WHERE IS HE" Jen came running into the room, tripping over her maroon converse.

She flipped her head around the room until she locked eyes with a rather terrified Aidan.

She ran towards beginning to engulf him in a hug, but Aidan flinched and screamed.

"GET AWAY FROM ME! I DONT KNOW YOU PEOPLE" Aidan screeched holding his pillow in front of his face while he blindly looked for his nurse call remote.

Jen came to a stop just a few feet from his bed and fell to her knees.

"Y-You...Y-You don't k-k-know me" Jen choked out. Her sobs stuck in her throat like peanut butter.

"I don't and I'm sorry if I'm supposed to know you. Sorry to let you down" Aidan's breathe came out ragged and hoarse.

"Try not to over load him with questions, just yet" The doctor walked into the room calmy closing the door and walked towards Aidan.

He inserted a needle into his IV in which Aidan protested questioningly, before slowing drifting to sleep.

"He will be okay. Minor concussion. He had lost some of his memory, but don't worry it will come back soon" The doctor explained as he checked Aidan's vitals and marking things on the clipboard.

"We are just going to keep him over night to make sure he continues in good conditions"

Jen didn't bother listening to anything after Mild concussion. Her need and want for Aidan to remember her taking over her sense of understanding. The boy she had fallen hopelessly in love with and made unspeakable love to, didn't even remember her.

Jen had her head in her hands, kneeling on the cool linoleum floor.
Her head pounded with the questions her mouth so desperately wanted to spill.

Her sobs stuck in her throat and heart. Wanting to scream so badly. Her throat locked up as she swallowed nothing.

She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to get away.

So She Ran.

I make no apologies

~Tina ❤