Dave: Start New Game? Y/N?
Watching him, you couldn’t help but let out a snicker. It was extemely inappropriate and crude, but it wouldn’t stop bubbling up your throat. You avoid his gaze, holding up a hand to motion that this was incidental. You bite your tongue to shut up, and you look back to the flustered male, seeing just how much in distress he was. Cocking your head, you analyze him like a curious puppy. Without your shades, the evening sun shone bright at you, making your pupils contract and enhancing the rich rubies of your irises. You had gotten paler with your lack of nutrition, but you figured you were always this white. And freckly.
Now focusing on the stranger, you stared at him. You motion for him to sit on the bed, as he obviously knew you well enough to date you.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember you. What’s your name, by the by? I think that’s a giant step for me cracking this mystery,” You gave a subtle, humble smile. You were at peace with yourself. You had accepted that you would never be able to fully restore your memory.
You couldn’t believe he just laughed. But then again, it wasn’t like he would be the same, right? It just made you frown a bit, and you probably could have whimpered like a kicked puppy somewhere during this conversation but you were pretty damn convinced that you were going to at least pretend to be the strong one in this situation, even if you weren’t really convinced subconsciously that you were. This was Dave and your relationship with him on the line, after all.
And event though you had already sat down, you still find yourself shifting to sit on the edge of the bed with him, because if he’s allowing you to be close to him, you’re going to take that chance. You hesitate at first, but end up taking his hand to lace your fingers with his, unable to look up to him because it was almost unnerving to know he was looking directly at you without his shades.
The shades I gave him..
You just choked on your words for a moment before shaking your head, not even daring to look up to him.
”.. I’m John. I doubt you’d remember me, though.”
Dave: Start New Game? Y/N?
You blinked at the man at the doorway who called a name. Dave, was it? Yeah, he said that. At least you think you did. You’re not sure if it was that or the morphine in tour bloodstream.
“I’ll take a wild gander and speak uo for everybody in the room and say that’s me,” You joked, extending a hand. “Hi, I’m just a patient in this shit dump in a hospital and my doctor has yet to tell me what exactly is wrong with me. They let you in for a reason. I’m guessing you’re here from the insurance people? Tell them I extend my warm greetings and that they can go get fucked by a horse.”
You obviously had no idea who this man was.
You blink, yourself.
Your just turn around and reach up, hands running over your face and through your hair, only messing it up more than you intended. You just let out a soft sigh and compose yourself before turning around, considering you’re not entirely sure how much you can handle this when he doesn’t even remember who you are. It’s kind of irritating, and it makes you upset, but you’re not going to create drama over it because goddammit you can’t do anything about that.
“Ok, no. I’m not with any insurance company. I’m kind of your childhood friend who also dated you.”
This is awkward, wow. Your hand runs over the back of your neck and you break your gaze with him, shifting to sit in the chair next to his bed.
“We sorta just made up not long ago, and yeah ..”
Dave: Start New Game? Y/N?
The room was white, just like your clothes. It actually looked a bit more faded and like a prison than the strictly bleached attire you had on. The mess of wires with red, blue, purple, and even transparent cords were probably the only lively thing in your room. You were a visual person, but with the lack of color, your eyes didn’t serve much purpose. Neither did your memory, which failed to help you recall anything about last night. For some obscure reason, you’ve been thinking of blades frequently.
Sighing at your dull state, you try to lean over the bed to see the window to see the life beyond these grey walls. Prison indeed, it was more or like an inescapable castle. You wish you had someone to visit you. Despite it being less than a day, you’ve felt like the most isolate being on the planet. You think you’ve lost your sense to speak, since not a single word was spoken after last night. Writings and verbal language were concrete in your mind, but viaual images failed to exist. Familiar voices ran occasionally through your mind, but you couldn’t identify them.
By chance, you heard one of those voices. You paused, not sure if from your phone or from a nearby person walking to you. Your orientation of sounds was out of sorts as well, and you just wanted someone to tell you ANYTHING about what happened to you. Or at least remind you of your name.
And you obviously got news of this. Whatever this was that happened. You don’t really know, because you weren’t completely filled in on the details, but apparently you were the most recent contact in his phone which is why they decided to call you. Funny to think that you would be his emergency contact out of all people, considering the fact that you were just recently making up with him after all the bullshit you two had been going through and had gone through. Not like it really mattered, though, because you’d always be there for him.
Either way, you’re still getting on the next flight you can, which is why you’re kind of happy that you’ve been working a lot and haven’t had any reason to spend money. Otherwise you’re pretty sure that you wouldn’t be able to afford a flight so last minute. It’s whatever, though. You would have done it for him, either way, no matter what. It WAS Dave, after all.
You just get into the hospital, messenger bag slung over your shoulder as you rapidly talk to a nurse. She just fills you in, making you blink, before leading you directly to his room. She shuts the door behind you, brows furrowed in anxiety and hope. God, you hoped he remembered you.
just gonna be by my phone.