15 February 2013
It's around 11 o'clock in the morning and I should be at school, but my dad called the school an told them I was sick. I guess he actually does understand me. I bet he always has had my back. All parents do, we just never notice it. My hand hasn't left Josh's since he fell back into unconsciousness. His family came to visit twice since Kiely's 'episode'. My dad brought over some movies for me to watch. So far I've watched: The Blind Side, Twilight 1,2,3, and 4, and the Hunger Games. And he dropped off some games and books. I guess he expects that I'm staying till Josh gets out off the hospital. But at least he never brought me clothes.
I her a knock on the door. I walk over and look through the peep-hole, it's my dad. I open the door.
"Hi daddy." I say. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh I thought I would just bring you some food and clothes." He says holding up a Chinese ToGo Box and a bag full of my clothes.
Well I guess I spoke too some.
"What, no soy sauce?"
"I gotcha covered." And he tossed me a container of the black liquid.
"Are you gonna stay and eat it with me?" I ask, needing some company.
"No I've gotta head back to the office and file some paperwork but I'll swim by later."
He leans down and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
"I'll see you later."
"Ok dad."
He walks out the door leaving the bag of clothes on the ground. I dig around in the bag looking for my toothbrush. I come up empty handed.
I guess I'll go ask them for one. I think.
I walk out the door and down the hall to the front desk.
"Would you happen to have a toothbrush and some toothpaste lying around here?" I ask.
"Uh lemme check.." The kind, young woman behind the desk spins in her chair to look through the drawer behind her.
She hands me a Dora toothbrush and a travel size tube of toothpaste.
"Thanks." I say and I walk back to Josh's room.
He's lying on the bed with his eyes half open watching the television screen mounted on the wall in front of him.
"Hey, your finally awake again." I say enthusiastically.
He only looks at me through his squinted eyes.
Josh's POV
Her bright green eyes twinkle even when the slightest beam of light reaches it. She's so pretty. But who is she? I want to ask her what her name is, but I can't find the energy to speak. Her long, shinny brown hair is falling off of her shoulders. Even though her old makeup is smeared and her hair is in tangles she is still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
I hear her voice echo in the back of my head. Josh, Josh? It keeps asking. I see her stand up slowly and go out of the room. She comes back in moments later with two young women and an oldish man. I'm guessing they're my doctors. The old man says something over his shoulder and I only caught a few of his many words..
"He... Amnesia... Call... Paine..."
He, amnesia, call, and Paine?
Pull yourself together and try to figure it out. He, he must be me because the doctor is the only other guy in this room. Amnesia.. I can't really remember the last couple of days, so that probably means I have amnesia.. Amnesia!? But how did I get it is the question. Move on to the next word. Call, they're probably going to call someone. And the last word Paine.. Hmm... Oh I know. That's my last name! So this is what I've come up with: I have amnesia and they're going to call someone in my family.
Payton's POV
I'm confused. How did he have amnesia, and still remember my name? I guess since we've been together since we were kids that its etched into the back of his brain. But how come he doesn't recognize my face? He just kept looking at me confused and seeming lost. I guess he has more than a minor concussion.
The doctor says that we just have to wait until we find something that jogs his memory then he will be back to normal. His parents arrived soon after the call. The small hospital room is now crowded with Josh's: mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa, and his great aunt. Also squeezed into this room is me, the two nurses, and Josh's doctor. I'm on the far side of the bed, squeezed between the bed and a cold window.
His mom brought some of his recent belongings to see if that would help. Of course none of them did. He just kept staring at me. And I stared back, wondering if my stare could jog his memory.
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