Part Six: Jess. Forfeit

I get immediately driven out. The nurses, running and rushing in. It's been 10 months since that incident, at least you'll remember my face. Or nothing at all, you'll probably have a better life if I weren't in the picture. Yet just because you pulled me into your life I can't force my way out to be without you, yet live without you.

I can't see you now, it's because of me, if I hadn't run and stayed you wouldn't have gotten hurt but I foolishly did. The days we spent together, the nights you held me to sleep were limitless.

"He's gaining consciousness," one of the nurses said. "Get him up quickly," she finishes.

The doctor goes to check him for a few minutes then leads me in. I walk in yet I can't hear anything else besides my breath. Everything in my chest is heavy. I look up at you and you're examining me as if I was a stray cat. I sat down far from you. The doctor leaves us alone for a bit. But as I sat the doctor leaned over and said.

"You may want to spend some time explaining things he has retrograde amnesia, so he might not remember some things that happened in the past," he finishes and leaves.

I sink in my words, my eyes water and it feels as if someone muted my vocal cords. Yet what remains in my head is, am I crying about me or you?

"Did he say I was okay?" you said.

"You're fine, thank goodness," is what came out of me. I look towards you, you looked back lost. "Do you know me?"

"I'm sorry but your voice, I guess?" you said looking down.

"Well, I'll call your parents and let them know that you're fine," I said.

Is this it? Will I end it? For me or him?