Amnesia // pewdiecry

- 3 - Pewdie

I couldn't wait to go home.

I hated the smell of hospitals so much. It always smelled of old people and hand sanitizers. A wave of happiness rushed through me as the nurse unhooked the last needle in my arm. My arms were so cold and numb in the places where the needles have been.

The nurse bandaged up my right forearm and my left hand. She wrapped a white bandage around my head, too.

I sloppily wrote my signature on 3 sheets of paper next to 'Patient's Signature.' My mom set my clothes on the bed and I shook my head no when she asked if I needed help putting them on.

I can put on my own clothes mom. Jesus.

My family and the nurse left the room just as I started to put on my blue shirt. No matter how much I pulled the shirt, my head would not go into the hole. God damnit.

"Let me help you with that, friend." A deep, gentle voice said to me.

I felt someone's hands on my shirt. He adjusted my shirt so that my head was underneath a different hole, then tugged the shirt down.

Once the shirt was pulled over my head, I realized that the person that helped me was that mysterious masked guy named Cry.

I smiled at him and thanked him. "Has anyone ever told you you have the voice of a goddamn angel?!"

Cry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders a little. Even his laugh sounded so fucking majestic.

"I get that a lot." he replied.

Now that I have a closer view of him, I saw little stubbles on his chin and noticed how his slightly curly dark brown hair went over his mask a little at the top.

I guess I was staring at him for too long, because he cleared his throat and told me that I should probably hurry up and change. I suddenly remembered that I had nothing but my shirt and the hospital gown still on me, but pushed down so that it looked like a skirt.

"But Cry.. I look so fab in this!" I gushed in the gayest voice I could think of while striking a fabulous pose. Cry laughed and threw my pants at my chest. "Just put these on already!" He shouted, still laughing at my pose.

I chuckled and changed into my Adidas sweat pants. I took off the itchy hospital socks and put on some fuzzy socks, then slid into my flip-flops. "Soooo much better!" I groaned as I stood up and stretched my body.

Cry waited until I was finished, then we both walked out of the room together. We took the elevator to the 1st floor. I handed the signed papers to the lady at the front desk, then turned around and looked for my parents.

"Cry, where's my parents?" I asked him. Cry shoved his hands into his pockets and casually replied, "They left. You're flying to Florida with me and staying there for a few days to avoid the media and get 'This' cleared up."

Cry walked past me and started walking to the exit. Unsatisfied by his answer, I ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder.

"Cry, what do you mean they left?! I can't stay with you! I hardly know you!"

"You know me Pewds. You just don't remember me."

"Who the heck is Pewds?! My name is Felix. And I am NOT going to Florida with you!"

Cry was speed walking now. I bet he was trying to make me exhausted and trying to get me to drop the conversation. But oh no. I wasn't tired at all. Although he was fast, I matched his pace and we speed walked out of the building and into the parking lot.

"Right. My bad. You have to come with me to Florida with me, Felix. Your sister bought us plane tickets to Florida and our flight leaves at 7:45. It's 5:56 now. I still have to get to my hotel and finish packing-"

"Why did you call me Pewds before?" I interrupted. He called me 'Pewds' do naturally, as if it wasn't the most ridiculous name to call someone. It's not like 'Pewds' is my middle name. My middle name is Arvid Ulf.

We arrive at Cry's car. It wasn't actually his car, though, it was a rental car. Cry doesn't answer my question and slides into the driver's door. I stand outside the passenger door with my arms crossed. I wasn't going to get into that car without an answer.

Cry gave in and sighed. "Okay. Fine. How about we play 20 Questions on the ride there, Hm?"

I thought about it for a second, then agreed. It would give me an opportunity to learn a little about Cry.

"Alright."

I got into the car, then buckled my seat belt as the car engine started. I immediately asked my first question;

"Why did you call me Pewds?"

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