Without a Word (Hayes Grier fanfic)

Forced Smiles

As you may have noticed a changed the title and cover!

Hayes

This is it, she was gone. We were quiet on the ride, Nash was driving. Not even the radio was on.

She had been stop and go for a month, but today Ali called us in tears, telling us to come down right away. Of course we we both assumed the worst.

He didn't look fir parking for a while. We just got in the first spot we found. Nash started to get out of the car, but I didn't budge. I didn't want to know, if she was gone, then my last words to her were words of hate. But if she's awake then I wasn't there to save her.

If I didn't get out of the car, it wouldn't be real. It wouldn't have actually happened.

"You coming?" He asked. I nodded and stepped out of the truck. I wanted to see her one more time.

Walking into the front desk we looked up at the nurse. I barley uttered her name, because I didn't want to say it out loud. She nodded and sent us up to the third floor, 28th room.

The elevator was excruciatingly slow. She was waiting at the end of the hall. The doors opened, my head was still angled toward the ground. Nash had walked down to see Ali. I just stood at the the front of the elevator hearing it close behind me.

Taking the first step, I couldn't stop. The second started me off at a run and off I went. Speeding down the hall. I heard Ali call me back from behind me. But of course I didn't listen.

Speeding into the room, I was greeted by the best sight. Myra was up and walking. Her dad was seated at the chair next to the door. His eyes looked puffy and tired.

Myra looked up at me. I would have seen the look of confusion if it weren't for me running up and hugging we tightly.

She stood there for a second, unmoving. I hugged her tightly, until Nash pulled me off.

I turned on him, pushing him away from me. Looking back at Myra she was shying away from Ali and her father choosing to sit on her bed.

Nash dragged me out into the hall. "What the hell dude?" I asked. Pushing him.

He grabbed my shoulders, calming me. Then looked at me. "Myra hit her head really hard, and that hit something in her brain." I knew where he was going with this but I didn't want to listen.

Calmly I took his hands off my shoulders and bottled towards the door.

Myra

"Who was that?" I asked Ali. She was so pretty, I hadn't even seen (or apparently remembered my face) but I knew it wasn't as pretty as that.

She looked at me for a second, "he was your best friend," I wave of guilt washed over me. The boy that was once my best friend I now can't even remember.

It was odd. I temper things like, math and spelling, but when it came to actual memories of people I supposedly knew I came up blank.

I could tell the man in the corner cared for me deeply. He hadn't said a word, but he had been crying.

When u first woke up, my head hurt a lot. The doctor said that I had hit the back of my head, slipping in ice, and it hit me in the right place to hurt me. Nothing made sense. All these people telling me things that I should know, but have no recollection of.

Apparently I was here for a while, and was going to be here longer. They wanted to keep an eye on me, and not throw me into society too fast.

Ali and 'The Man' went home to get some sleep leaving me alone in here. It was quiet in the hospital, not much to see.

It was about 8 o' clock at night when I decided to walk around. Hospitals never sleep, the lights were on, nurses and doctors running around.

Walking aimlessly was boring. Some how I ended up in toddlers section of the Peds floor. There were tons of kids sitting in beds, sleeping or awake.

I yawned a started walked back to my room. The light was still on, but I couldn't remember if I shut them off or not. It was now around 9 o' clock so I was taken of guard when I saw three people in my room.

They looked worried, and we're all pacing, waiting.

"Hi?" I said cautiously as I entered. All three heads turned around as I entered the door.

"Oh," Ali looked relieved. "We weren't due where you were."

"I'm just here," I said shrugging. They smiled, but it was forced. They looked like they were in pain, but didn't want me to know.

I eyed the two boys standing next to her. They were the boys that I had seen earlier in the day, the ones that came talked to Ali and then went home, I assume.

Looking at them again, I saw several things I hadn't seen before. The first thing being these boy were attractive, both with fine faces, and piercing blue eyes. The second was that the shorter of the two boys had recently been crying, his eyes were blood shot and swollen.

"Why are you here?" I asked looking at the clock. "Its nine at night?"

Ali smiled, "We thought you would be asleep and wanted to be here when you woke up, so we could have full day of relearning everything,"

There were more forced smiles in the room, but these ones were from me. I didn't want to learn the old girls memories. I wanted to make my own. However I didn't want to be rude to these people so I went along with it.

Ali, and the two other boys sat down on the bed that was currently unoccupied. She pulled some things out of her bag, and handed them to me. They were pictures, the first being of two little girls. One looked around three, while the older one was about six, I assumed it was me and Ali. The older girl looked uncannily like her.

I smiled, not so forced. The other pictures were mostly of me and her, or me with other people. These people were the other girls friends, because they were no longer mine, because I was not that girl.