The Forgotten Ones

Lost Boy

Song: Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars(Acoustic)

Alexander: 

I stared at Willa in fear. 

"Who are you?" 

Who am I? "Willa, it's me. Alexander." Her face didn't move. It was still confusing. Willa's father finally butts in and grabbed her other hand. "Willa, it's okay. You're in the hospital. You were in a bad car accident but it's okay now." He tells her. Willa seemed to recognize him and calmed down just a bit. The doctors came in and started to check up on her body, asking her questions and taking notes on everything. By the end of it, the doctors said that her body is still healing but is making big improvements. With her being awake, she will be able to heal a bit faster. "What about her head? Why can't she remember me?" I ask them, wanting to know why she can't remember me. The doctor pulled me aside and looked at me with a defeated face. "Look, she is awake and her body is healing but when she hit her head at the accident, she did take a hard fall. The brain is a tricky thing to understand. And how it heals itself may take a bit of work. We will try to look into it. She may remember you tomorrow or she may remember you in a week. We don't know for sure though. You will just have to be patient about it. For now, help her. Don't make her rush into things. She won't be able to handle it. Okay?" I nod, not wanting to believe that this was happening. But it is. It is happening. 

Willa's father called his wife to let them know that she woke up. They were catching up with her, telling her what happened and everything. I just sat there, not knowing what to say. I just wanted her to look at me and recognize me but every time she would glance at me, I could see she was still confused about my presence in the room. To her, I am just a strange man claiming to know her and be close to her. I am just a stranger to her. The only thing I was happy about was that she is okay and that she is improving. The sun fell down eventually and the moon eventually had it's time to shine. Willa's parents had to leave, telling her that they'd be back. I stayed though. I had to make sure that she was really okay. She sat there on her hospital bed, looking at the TV hung up on the wall, watching some comedy skit. I knew that she felt uncomfortable with me in the room. And I knew that I am being crazy for staying while she is in this state. Her hair does look better though. Her mom brushed her hair and tried to make her look better and not like she just got run over. Her amber eyes are a bit brighter than before too but her skin still a bit pale. She still looks beautiful though. 

I cleared my throat before getting up. "I am going to get coffee. Would you like anything?" I ask her. She looks at me for a moment before shaking her head. I miss her voice. I nodded before exiting her room, her door leaving a soft click behind me. It does make me sad that she isn't treating me like she used to. She could at least get angry at me or annoyed. Just anything for the matter. Just as long as she remembers. But I have to listen to the doctors. I can't rush anything. I walked down, getting a small coffee. It's dark out and it also wasn't that busy. It felt nice being alone with no one to ask me questions or cage me with their excitement. I took a sip of my coffee as I went back onto the elevator, going up towards Willa's room. The smell of the hospital no longer fazes me. And at this point, I know where almost everything is at. So it didn't take me long to find the waiting room, not wanting to enter Willa's room just yet. I wanted to give her a bit of space. Sitting down on one of the couches, I took another sip and looked at the TV that had the news on. Some reporters talking about me and questioning where I was and what the hell I am doing. I shook my head. 

I never thought I would spend this much time in a hospital. And never did I imagine that would spend this much time just for Willa. Leaving Willa was a big mistake though. If I knew about everything, I wouldn't have done what I did. Thinking back to that night, seeing her pain and those tears, it hurt me a lot. Leaving her hurt me more. And when she refused to take the money, it did scare a bit about what she was going to do. She didn't have a job when we married. I didn't want her to work while I had all the money coming in. I regret not letting her work now. I remember how much she wanted to be a teacher. I really screwed up her life. I did begin to think about how she felt about everything after the marriage. How she went through everything. The pregnancy. I hate that I wasn't there for every step of her pregnancy. I wasn't there to help her with her cravings or go to her appointments or even see her belly get bigger. I did dream a few times about seeing her pregnant when we were married. I didn't want to ask her about it though. But it never did stop me from trying. I knew my parents wanted a grandkid too. My mother always teased about it to us. But with the business growing, it became a second thought.