Forgotten memories

Chapter 2

I look into Harry's eyes searching for any reaction, but they seem motionless. After a minute he finally responds, but it's not an answer on my question. 

'You know who I am?'

I pull up one eyebrow as I feel disbelieve going through my body. 

'I'm not a retard Harry. You're my brother' I answer with annoyance. This is actually an extreme waste of time, there are clearly more important things to be discussed. Like where Jake is, or where our parents are. And knowing what has happened might also be nice to know.

There is a relieved expression on his face, but I don't understand. Why is he asking such a strange question. Except for my broken arm, my aching ribs and my pounding head I'm feeling pretty fine. Although it is still a little hard to speak and I do feel tired. But that's nothing unusual, is it?  

Harry moves forward again and pulls me in a big hug. It's extremely annoying, but also kinda sweet, as his curls are all over my face. I feel like I'm choking as I can't breath or see properly, the curls are everywhere. I move my head up and breath in deeply as Harry's hair is finally out of my face. Gosh. I want to make a mean remark, but before I can even start I feel Harry's body start to sob.

I look at his head, which is hidden in my body, with concern as tears are filling my eyes. Harry never cries, only when things are seriously messed up. Why is he crying? I feel very uncomfortable, I hate seeing him so sad. I slowly move my left arm to his head, afraid that the needle of the infuse will go out or something crazy like that, and stroke his hair softly with my fingers.

We sit like this for a while, me stroking his hair and he calming down a little. I'm trying not to think of the pain that's now shooting up from my ribs and right arm where he's lying on. I'd feel guilty if I chase him away now. May be I did something really bad and I deserve to feel the pain.

When the sobbing has died down for a while, Harry slowly rises again. He doesn't dare looking into my eyes and keeps staring at the sheets that are covering my body. I do feel relieved that his weight is off my sore body parts, but I'm scared as well. What is going on?

'H-Harry what's going on?' I ask him slowly.

He removes the tear stains under his eyes and quickly stands up. Panic comes up as I'm afraid he will leave. He can't leave, not now! I'll be alone again, and it's so boring. Besides I still don't know what's going on, which starts to annoy me to bits.

Fortunately Harry quickly grabs the chair from the right side of the room and puts it next to my bed as he slowly sits down on it. I suddenly feel tiny in my bed as I look at him. The silence is clearly present, it's neither comfortable or uncomfortable.

'Harry, could you please' I cough a little, 'bring s-some stuff from home? It's really boring in here.' I whine, sounding like a little kid, but I don't care. Harry always knows how to take care of me.

Understanding is in his eyes as he gives a small nod. All this time he's barely spoken a word, which is quite unusual for him. He's always the one who just can't shut his mouth, but now it seems like the roles have reversed. Weariness comes up again and I feel my eyelids getting heavy. It must have been all the emotion and wondering that's made me so tired.

Before I fall asleep I feel Harry giving me a soft kiss on my forehead before walking out of the room. Then I'm off.

* * * 

I wake up again when I hear the door open and close. I open my eyes and see the same doctor standing in front of me. 

'Good afternoon Kate, I hope you feel a little better now. You probably want to know what's going on, don't you?' He asks with stern voice, still not giving away a single emotion.