I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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Bree;

I woke up with a killer headache and my left arm hurt like hell, I looked around the room I was in with squinting eyes and realized that I was in the hospital.

What the hell? What happened?

I checked out my body and noticed I had a cast on my arm, I also had an IV in my wrist, and a finger monitor on my index finger. I looked to my side and seen my call button so I pressed it and not even two minutes later, a nurse came in with a smile.

"Hello Bree, I'm Jenny. How're you feeling?" She asks, grabbing my clipboard at the end of my bed.

"Terrible... But okay, I guess. What happened?" I ask politely.

"Well, you had taken a fall down some stairs and you hit your head and broke your arm. Afterwards, you had a tonic-clonic seizure and it had caused you to lose consciousness for a good 3 to 5 minutes." Jenny said and my eyes widened, in shock.

"Also, you are scheduled to have some tests done sometime today and our lab assistant will be in here shortly to do some blood work." She smiled and walked out.

I sat there in shock of what I just got told, a tonic-clonic seizure? That can't be good, right? Well obviously, I ended up in the hospital.

"Knock knock." A voice emerges from the doorway and I turn my head to look but I don't recognize the person.

"Hello?" I say but it comes out sounding more like a question than anything.

"How ya feeling, love?" He asks with a polite smile, love? Who is this guy?

"Terribly sore but I'm okay. Thanks for asking." I mumble, raising a brow at him, "I'm sorry but who are you?"

Michael;

"Terribly sore but I'm okay. Thanks for asking." She raised her eyebrow and gave me a questioning look, "I'm sorry but who are you?"

My shoulders slumped as I inhaled a sharp breath, I put down the bouquet of flowers I picked up onto the bedside table and sat down.

"They warned me that you might have lost your memory again, they just weren't sure." I took her hand in my grasp and pulled out the engagement ring I had given her last night.

"I'm your fiancé, Michael. I proposed to you last night at 6:38 p.m in the living room at Harry's flat." I placed the ring onto her ring finger and she was looking at me like I was crazy, I gave her a soft small smile.

"I'm willing to do anything I can to help you regain your full memory and I don't care how long it takes because I love you and I can not lose you." I press a longing kiss to her forehead then pull back to see her eyes glossy.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't..." She whimpers, giving the ring back to me and sits up in the bed more.

"Wait, what?" I mutter, looking her dead in the eye, my own eyes becoming glossy.

"For all I know you could be some complete stranger trying to be with me..." Bree says, sounding unsure about what she was even saying.

"Bree, please. Try to remember!" I say, a bit loud.

Bree;

There's a pain, throbbing and pounding sort of pain, in my head, unexplainable and it's becoming unbearable for me to handle. Blurred and vague visions flashing through my mind, it seemed to look like.... Memories? Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks.

The Vancouver nightclub.

Sammy, Asher, and I.

Meeting the band.