Welcome to hell (komahina)

Part 9 - new memories

Komaeda's POV
The 4 days I spent waiting for hajime to come out of his short comatose in the hospital were agonizing, like I was just rotting away in a cold jail cell, with unsettlingly flickering lights, constant screams of agony that echoed off of the hollow walls, the metallic smell of fresh blood hanging in the air, and the intense sterile smell of medication of all kinds.

And I could have just walked away from it all.

But none other then the stupid anxiety of "what will hajime think of the doctors saying to him "the person who ran you to the hospital left you here"" as well as this stupid feeling in my chest, to do the "right thing" like valuing my sanity over hajime's feelings wasn't something any normal being would do.

But Eh, my time is worthless, just like me. A useless nobody, who would wait out eternity for the only person who hasn't ran away from him in disgust.

But all of those feelings of regret melted away the second a pained looking hajime stumbled out of his hospital bed. I rushed foreward and hugged him, a warm feeling in my chest.

I-is this Hope?

"Um... hello?" He said, his tone distant, like I was a complete stranger to him... he stared at me for a second, with a confused expression on his face. I closed my eyes for a second, reading his mind.

Wh-why is it so empty?! He doesn't even remember me, or who I am!

"Hajime... it appears your memories have been erased." I said bluntly, making guesses as to what was the reason for his memory loss,
"H-how did you g-guess?!" He gasped, clearly having forgotten about my powers.

Eh, I knew I wasn't worth remembering.

"Oh, forgot to tell you... I'm a mind reader!" I reminded, thinking of what else he may need reminding of

Does he even remember basic knowledge anymore?

I silently panicked, a thin layer of salty sweat accumulating over my sickly pale skin. "Well, why don't you reintroduce yourself?" Hajime suggested, unaware of the quiet panic attack I was having.

"O-oh right! I'm Nagito Komaeda, but by now we're close enough to go by first names" I said, taking a deep breath in to soothe my rapid heart rate.

"Well... I think I'm hinata hajime?" He said questioningly, glancing at me like a lost child without his parents. "Well, we may as well get started on getting your memories back! Now, here's all I knew about you. You went to a school full of ultimate mythological creatures. You hadn't made any friends there yet, sort from me, and maybe kazuichi and Kuzuryuu." I said, admitting to not knowing much about the previous hajime.

Well, in my defence, we only knew eachother for 2 days!

"That's it" hajime asked disappointedly, like I'd let him down somehow.

Well, I let everyone down, now don't I?

"Anyways, it's 7 am, we should head to school... do you have any troubles walking?" I asked, hoping he didn't, or else I'd have to face the wrath of an angry Ms.Yukizome.

And it wouldn't even be either of our faults...

"Nah, I'm fine really." Hajime said, though due to my magic, I could tell he was lying, but I decided to not pursue said lie and started to walk toward the exit of the hospital, hajime stiffly trailing behind, limbs moving almost robotically, to not cause him too much pain

"Are you sure you're alright?" I chuckled slightly at the sight of him "yep! Doing just dandy." He lied, pain jolting him with every step. "Alright, if you say so!" I played along to his lie, accompanying him to the entrance gate to the massive school we knew as home... or I, given these circumstances. I calmly trotted into the school, not bothering to even change, and just heading to my classroom, a pained hajime not far behind me.

We entered the class, the burning glare of ms,yukizome seething into our skin, burning holes straight through us. We sat down, slight fear in our eyes. I let out a relieved sigh when she averted her gaze from us, focusing on the lesson.

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Time skip to lunch
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"Sup nagito!" Kazuichi greeted me as I sat down at our table, waiting for the promised food from yesterday to arrive.

"Food is served!" The short chef called out, while him and his much taller maid assistant passed out paper plates full of gourmet food of all kinds were slid our way.

Hajime seemed to be struggling to even hold his chopsticks, all the while kazuichi had already eaten half of his plate. "Um... hajime?" I said furrowing my brows in confusion before remembering hajime got his memory wiped

Well, guess he has forgotten basic things...

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Why is this #25 in danganronpa?!