luke’s pov
i open my eyes slowly. where am i? the walls are all white and plain and there’s a large machine next to me along with loads of other medical shit. a hospital. i look down at my arm and there’s an iv inserted into my skin. i check my body for any visible injuries. i have a bunch of cuts and bruises up and down my body, but nothing i haven’t gotten before from skating boarding or other stuff. i look over to my left, my mom, jack and ben are standing next to my bed. my mom slowly stands up from where she’s sitting, her eyes slowly filling with tears and a few slip down her cheeks.
“mom.” i say quietly.
“honey i’m so glad you’re okay.” she says, now crying harder than before.
she wraps her warm arms around me and steps back to allow my brothers to do the same.
i’m so fucking confused. why am i here?
“what happened?” i ask, throwing a few pillows to the ground from behind me so i can lay farther back on my bed.
“you don’t remember?” ben asks, raising his eyebrow in confusion.
i shake my head. i honestly don’t know why i’m here.
a doctor walks through the door, and her eyes light up when she sees me.
“mr.hemmings! so glad you’re finally awake.” she smiles. she’s a very pretty blonde woman, she looks about thirty.
i nod.
“so is anyone going to tell me why i’m here?” i ask, growing impatient.
“what do you mean?” she asks, looking as confused as the others.
“last thing i remember was going to bed.” i say, looking around the room.
“oh dear.” the doctor mutters under her breath.
my mom looks horrified by that one small comment.
“whats wrong? is he okay?” she says, becoming more manic.
“we need run a few more tests, we’ll call you back in once we’re all done.” the doctor says, showing my family to the waiting room.
i can hear my mom crying. i don’t understand what i did, or what happened.
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after what seems like hours of tests, my family is allowed back in.
“take a seat.” the doctor says to my mom, gesturing towards the empty seat.
she sits down anxiously, picking at her finger nail polish.
“luke has retrograde amnesia.” she says, flipping through my file.
my mom bursts into tears once again.
“mom, i’m okay. everything will be okay.” i say, trying to comfort her.
it doesn’t work.
the doctor explains the condition to us. it sounds really fucking shitty. i’ve forgotten a lot as far as they can tell, and they don’t know if certain things will ever come back.
the doctor leaves the room and its completely silent.
“so how’d it happen?” i ask, sitting up in my hospital bed.
“well, you, and michael were on your way home from a party, and a drunk driver crashed into you guys. luckily michael was okay, but you weren’t as okay.” jack explains.
i sit there in confusion, which i’ll be having a lot of for who knows how long, maybe as long as i’m alive. but who’s michael? a friend? a former school mate?
“who’s michael?” i ask.
all three of them look up at me in udder disbelief.
“michael! you know michael!” my mom says, more tears falling from her red puffy eyes.
“i’m sorry, but i really don’t remember.” i sigh. i feel hopeless. i wish things could just go back to normal.
“so who is he?” i ask, looking down at my hospital gown.
“honey, michael is your boyfriend of three years.” she says.
boyfriend? i have a boyfriend?
“b-boyfriend?” i stutter.
i know i’m gay, and i’m sure of that, but i had no clue that i’d gotten a boyfriend.
my mom nods, and jack and ben leave the room.
“sweetheart, you and michael are in love. you’ve been dating since year ten.” she says, her lip quivering, i can tell she’s trying her hardest not to cry.
“c-can i see him?” i ask softly.
my mom nods and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
i can’t believe this is happening.
suddenly the door opens and a green haired boy is standing in the doorway with the biggest smile i’ve ever seen.
“lukey!” he shouts, running over to me and hugging me.
“michael?” i say in confusion.
“i’m so glad you’re okay babe.” he says, his eyes brimming with tears.
“michael, they didn’t tell you, huh?” i ask.
i feel so bad for not remembering this boy. i can see how excited he is. he seems sweet thus far, and i don’t want him to get hurt.
“what are you talking about?” he asks, his eyes dimming.
he interlocks his fingers with mine. i hesitate, but i don’t pull away.
“this is going to sound insane, but, i-i don’t remember you.” i say, screwing my eyes shut.
i feel his hand release his grip and pull away.
i start to cry instantly.
i look at him, his head burried in his sleeves of his sweater. i can hear him quietly sobbing.
“michael i’m so sorry.” i say quietly.
hello, so basically i just thought this was kinda a cute idea so i just wrote it quickly.. i didn’t really know how to end this chapter so i just kinda..
