Danger Is My Middle Name - Banana Bus Squad

XII

"She's getting there sir. Really she is. Her brother has been a big part of that." Dr Nagle stated to his boss, looking back over his notes.

His boss nodded, "Yes. But how is it affecting the boy?" they asked.

Dr Nagle's look sharpened, a frown gracing his face, "He is struggling. But he just wants his sister back. He'll ignore the effects of her memory lapses if it means he can help her get better. Brock always did care more about others than himself." he stated.

"Hey Cass. Do you remember what any of these scribbles mean?" Brock asked, walking around, running his fingers over the words.

I shook my head, "I wish I did. Some of them I wrote to remind me of who I was- am. I think I knew that I was slipping away. Some I wrote while I was out of it. The doctor did say I always asked for pens." I explained, watching where he stopped.

"Crystal." he said, running his fingers under the words in front of him.

I tilted my head trying to see the words, "Which one?" I asked.

"That's why you were so sad that day. You wouldn't tell me what happened, you were just really sad. We couldn't cheer you up." Brock explained, half to me and half to himself. "You told Crystal that you liked her Squirt. But she didn't like you, she liked Tammie. So instead of accepting this, you took Tammie for yourself. The only twist is you actually fell in love with him."

I stood up, walking over to him, "Oh. Yeah. I don't want to remember that. Why did you have to tell me?" I asked.

Brock looked at me, "You wanted to be reminded. Remembering your life before this last year includes good and bad. Life isn't perfect and bad things happen, these things help us grow and teach us how to mot make the same mistake twice." he stated.

I closed my eyes tight, "I can't remember why it hurts so much. It just does. Do you remember around what time she left?" I asked, hoping for more information to spark a memory.

"Maybe five days later. She came by that day, but you weren't home. Uh, you hadn't been home all weekend. It was a Sunday. In September, it was near the end of the month." I know he tried to give me as much information as possible, but I just couldn't think of the moment.

"Don't worry if you can't remember everything in detail. If you have the emotion that goes with the moment, it will come back to you." Brock said, pulling me into a hug.

"Please don't go." I said, but it barely came out as a whisper.

I felt the vibrations do Brock's chuckle, "We go through this all the time Squirt. You'll be leaving with me one day. The doctors just have to allow it." he said, stepping away from me, he walked over to the wall and the door opened.

I could escape. Just run for it, I sighed, shaking my head, "What use would that do...they'd just catch me again." I muttered.

Left alone in the room, I turned to the words. Ones that I had contemplated before, but never had enough information to figure the answer out.

-I told her that I loved her by the water fountain.
But she didn't care because she loved him.

She didn't want me.
But I knew that he did . -