Only time will tell (FutureShipping)

Chapter 13

This chapter did take a bit longer for me as it revolves around a hospital. That gives me memories of my deceased great grandfather. I'm sorry in advance.

Around the next morning, Cyrus was able to visit Acronix, which thankfully he was able to get help at so late at night. Though Borg has yet to know of his full condition.

Though many questioned why Cyrus was even at the hospital, but being the city's technology advancor, he was given easy access to the back, where the patients was held. He rarely visited the hospital, he never had time to. He wished he did, so he could visit sick and disabled kids and give them hope to the life they have. But those thoughts was interupted by the nurse. "Mr. Borg, we don't know the full extent of his injuries, but he is awake now if you do wish to see him. There is a chance he may have severe memory loss." She said to him.

Though it stunned him. Memory loss? But that could be chance he may forget everything that has happened. Even the memories they have together. But he didn't know why he still cared about them. "Ill see if its true, I did use to work with him, for a small time that is", the inventor said with a soft smile. The nurse nodded before she opened the door for him. He wheeled inside, and looked back at her. "Can you give me some time with him, alone?" He asked, she nodded in response before she closed the door.

Sighing, he wheeled himself to the bed, though he basically felt his heart sank. Seeing Acronix with bandages, tubes coming out of his nose and arms, surly wasn't a pleasant sight. Though he felt himself silent. "Hola seńor...who may you be..?" Acronix asked in a low voice, likely to be tired since he not long woken up. Though Cyrus felt upset, he didn't wish to be upset, but he couldn't help it. "The name's Cyrus Borg.." Cyrus greeted.

Though with the memory loss, he knew he had to start fresh. Deep down he didn't want Acronix to remember the bad things he did. For the sake of not wanting to remember the horrid memories that did happen. But he did still want Acronix to remember about him. But ain't no telling if his memories will come back. "What is this place..? Why...is there so many wires c..comimg out of my arms...?" Acronix questions, through he was tempted to remove them.

Cyrus quickly stopped him and had him lay back down. "Hey its ok. You're In a hospital. This stuff is to help you heal and tells the nurses if you need anything." He said softly to him. Which atleast soothed Acronix a bit. "Wheres my brother..? I was ment to meet with him...", he asked the main question, which hurted Cyrus. He didn't know what to tell him. "I'm unsure where he is..", cyrus managed to tell.

"Im sorry...i...i need to go.." Acronix said, though when he tried to sit up properly, his eyes shot open from a large wave of pain. Crying out due to the pain, he layed back down. "The numbing must of be wearing off. Please you do have to stay here till you are able to move properly, and that you are healed. You've hurted yourself pretty badly.." Cyrus said to him in a worried tone.

Acronix let a few tears slip, he didn't want to be in this situation. His brother is probably worried sick about him. "But though you should rest" Cyrus started as he put hid hand over Acronix's. "Things are hard at the moment, I can tell, but they will get better." He said, reassuring the time twin. Acronix nodded before he leaned back fully to lay down again. "Do you have a home to go back to?" Cyrus asked, though he knew he doesn't.

"No...not really..." Acronix muttered through the slight pain in his voice. Cyrus frowned a bit before he thought of something. "I have a spare apartment if you like to live there for the time being", he suggested. "But how am I going to repay you..?" Acronix asked. He didn't really know what could be done to repay Cyrus since he was like this. "No need to", Cyrus replied to him with a soft smile.

Acronix only let out a shakey breath in response, closing his eyes. Now just trying to sleep. Cyrus quietly decided to let him sleep and wheel himself out. Though the same nurse walked up to him. "Have you found out anything Mr. Borg?" She asked, he nodded. "He did certainly lost his memories. He doesn't even remember about me", he said to her, which made her frown. "Well...there is ways to jog memory back, like revisiting the old places he use to go to or show him some photos that has him in it. But if they don't work then...its best to start fresh.."

She said whilst walking and pushing Borgs wheelchair for him. "I understand..", he muttered a bit, trying to push back his old feeling was getting hard. Didn't know if he was even happy to see Acronix or not. "Whats the estimated time for him to be able to be released?" He asked, looking slightly up at her. "Around three days, he could be lucky to get released early, but could be released late. His wounds are pretty bad." She stated, having him nodding to what she said.

But though back with Acronix, even though he was sleeping, the corners of his eyes had blue and green coming out from one side while the other had red and yellow. But for such a short time, though a small electric bolt managed to hit a nearby tray, making it fall down fast with a loud crash. The tools spread across the room and under the bed.

The nursw that was with Borg heard it and already had ran down the hall to the room to find out what was wrong. Borg looked back, a worried expression now on his face. "Acronix...?"