Nightterror and Will Grossman

Chapter Sixteen

While, Will and Jacob were asleep nurses and doctors rushed into Terror's room.
Terror's heart had stopped, the monitor made a constant straight beep.
The doctor shocked him three times already.
"Can we do it again?" asked one of the nurses. "He's going to die!"
"We can't it'll damage his brain," said the doctor.
"Do it," said someone from the door.
Will stood there watching Terror. "Just do it again."
The doctor sighed and waited for the charge and shocked Terror's chest again.
The monitor started to beep steadily again.
"We need to take pictures of his brain," said the doctor. "To make sure we didn't damage his brain."
"We'll do it when he wakes again?" asked the nurse.
"Yes."
The doctor passed Will, with a sympathetic nod.
He walked to the side of the bed. He kissed Terror's forehead. "Your okay... Your okay."
By this time Will didn't know if he was reassuring Terror, or just himself.
Tears went down Will's cheeks. "Im so sorry... This is all my fault..."
Will leaned against the bed and held onto Terror's hand, he cried silently.

The doctor had already taken pictures of Terror's brain, though he hadn't woken up yet. He put them up for Will to see, and showed him that Terror's hippocampus was damaged by the shock.
"What does that mean?" asked Will, trying to keep his composure.
"It means Leon won't be able to form new memories and may have lost some, he could also have breathing difficulty."
Will closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"And there's no way to fix it" said Will, already knowing the answer. "Is there."
"No," said the doctor. "None that we know of."
Will glanced at Terror.
Would it be easier on him, to have just died...?
Will wiped away the water in his eyes. "Okay..."
Jacob walked in, as the Doctor left.
"What's the news?" he asked walking to Will.
"Terror's hippocampus is damaged," said Will. "He's unable to make new memories and may have lost some previous memories."
Jacob stepped back in surprise, and shock. "W-what...? How why?!"
"His heart stopped last night," said Will. "They shocked him four times, the fourth damaged his brain."
Jacob stared at Will, at a loss for words.
"Im sorry that I didn't tell you earlier," said Will, looking down and rubbing his arm. "I didn't want to worry you.
Jacob shook his head and walked out, slowly.
Will leaned against the wall and slid down, he buried his head in his arms and cried, softly.

Terror woke up to a boy who looked to be eighteen, with blond hair and blue eyes, shaking him. "Hey!," he yelled. "Wake up!"
Terror's eyes flew open. "Hm? Where am I?"
"Your in the hospital remember?" asked the boy, who was on top of him.
Terror shook his head. "W-why!? I can't stay here!"
The boy cupped his hands on Terror's cheeks. "You got hurt," he said, calmly. "But your fine now."
Terror looked at him, he looked familiar for some reason, but he couldn't remember why.
"W-who are you," he asked.
The boy's eyes suddenly became hurt and frightened.
"Im Will," he said. "Your boyfriend... Remember?"
Terror shook his head. "No, I-i don't remember."
Will got off him, slowly and paced the room. His eyes were watery and bloodshot, from crying maybe.
A man with brown/greyish hair and looked to be twenty five, walked in. Jacob, Terror could remember him, but not the boy named Will.
"Jacob," Terror said, surprised. "Why are you here?"
Jacob looked at Will, who had sat down and had his head in his hands.
He walked to the side of the bed. "Terror, how much do you remember?"
Terror looked at Jacob warily. "I moved to a Phoenix college, to find names for my list."
Jacob shook his head. "That was two months ago, Terror. Will you want to tell him your guy's story?"
Will looked at them, and nodded.
He stood and walked over to the side of the bed.
"We met on the first day college started," he said. "We were roommates, you got protective over me, when Marcus first bullied me. After three weeks of knowing each other, and Marcus had beaten me behind the school, you came and took me away from him. The day after you kissed me after I confessed, t-that I liked you, but the day before that you killed Marcus and the whole campus was afraid. After that I got seriously hurt by Marcus's friends, and ended up in the hospital, when I was discharged you healed my leg and we crossed every name off our lists, then we moved in with Jacob. Then this happened...."
Terror looked away, thinking. "Then why don't I remember any of this?"
"Your hippocampus was damaged, you lost two months memory and your unable to make new memories..." said Will, sadly.
Terror looked at him. "What's my past, if your my boyfriend I would've told you by now."
"Your family abandoned you, you came back killed your sister and mother, spared Jacob, but you couldn't kill your father and he punished you by tell the humans you were different. But them abandoning you was all a test to prove yourself, which is all kinds of messed up."
He looked at Jacob. Jacob held up his hands, and stepped back in surrender, as if to say, not my fault.
Terror sighed. "Okay, I believe you."
Will looked at him. "You do?"
Terror nodded. "The person who knows about my past is Jacob and my dad, now you too so you must've been important to me."
Will hugged him. "Im glad you trust me."
Terror hugged back, he was stiff at first then he smiled a little and relaxed.
They stayed like that for a few seconds.
Will let Terror go and smiled.
Terror smiled, he could remember the feelings when he was with Will, he was always happy, relaxed, a joker, the dork he thought he wouldn't let out again since he was a kid.
Then he felt determined to not lose those feelings. "Is there a way to fix this?"
Will shook his head. "Nothing the humans can do."
Terror looked at Jacob, with an idea. Jacob looked into his eyes, then sudden frightening realisation.
"No, no, no," he said, shaking his hands. "He wouldn't help us Terror!"
Terror looked at him hard.
Jacob shook his head. "He'd rather kill you! I don't even think he knows your alive still!"
Will looked at them. "Who?"
Jacob ran his fingers through his hair.
"Our Dad, the Demon King."