LOST AND FOUND IN L. A

sunshine all over making the white walls bright luminous soft colors. More so; it was a pleasant situation unlike the strain, which was witness

was going to find within the room. Because when he had lost all his memories, he had been in such deep panic and confusion. That terrifying expression stayed in

f the heartbeat monitor. He was awake and slightly sitting in the bed, looking spaced out into the window. Sunlight was com

with the visceral cuts and bandages on him, he was still oddly captivating, there was a quality about him that was hard not to look at. And yet what surpris

ing some old familiarity. For a moment, it was that stare, but this time, the pretty light brows rested down and looked menacing. After tha

th a slight rasp due to the l

monitors for a moment before yanking my

e himself didn't know, in fact, what "better" even meant anymore. His body made a small

the infusion apparatus. "You are all aware that you have been stressing out for some t

s fingers relaxed slightly, as though he was holding them in the air for a while and wanted to keep

wronged you?" I inquired

turned to me and there was something in them that was unbearably vuln

g his eyes. "You are my patient and I must help you with this. Be

arly certain was appropriate. "Thanks," he said softly, well aware that there were ot

t I observed on his stance. "Let's not think about that for now okay, let us make sur

h seemed to be emerging from his very eyes. However inactive they were from all the flesh wounds that one would

, I felt his little things captivating. The way he looked at my face as though he was attempting to carve it in his memory. The small quiver in hi

nd around me, how his tone would be low when he talked to me. And even how I had begun to worry about him a little bit

oned all of a sudden, interrupting the sti

ed, locking my eyes with him. "You suffered from an a

ncing each word as if to make an experiment to s

ft. "I'm one of the nurses here. I have

ing his word inside him. "I

"Remembering does not help you right now, so you d

t's... like someone poured fog in my brain," he lamented and added rather inaudibly. "It's s

nd try to soothingly raise up his spirits. "Recollection occasionally return

ext question in a much below th

the idea that I would

solutions, no temperatures, no matters of calming down for children like it will b

e'll take it one step at a time, especially now that it's clea

ace he has occupied giving in to his fondness. There was something in his gaze that reached into me, and shook something deep insi

a pause where I sensed the tremor in h

how he ended up placing that kind o

ting to remain calm. "And I swear, I w

d shifted in our world. The invisible thread which has been developing against the odds

ts for his recovery. I supervised him through rehabilitation, and saw how he was slowly getting stronger through the weak movements of his body. I fe

e, I would inquire how he was feeling, and rather quickly he would always give short, curt answers. However, slowly the ba

that there's something that I ought to remember," one afte

like frustration trying to remember

his hand in a delicate slow stretch. "People will want to make things better and in the process, they will unconsciou

? What if... there is something, which I want to avoid recalling, that maybe exists in my thoughts ri

ifferent this time. In contrast to previous conversations, there

in a soft voice. "It's okay. There is no rush. When it comes to w

eyes as if trying to gain a sense of affirmation

ould no longer maintain his glare. "You do

e tautness in his shoulders just a tad. "Thanks a lot,"

uld assist him in the mornings with his physical therapy and assess the nature of his progress over time. In the aftern

, and at that time we were also basking in one of those silences. His body was in a re

r words inside me as the heart missed a beat. It was like feeling a name ind

forgotten who I was, and all of that came rushing back, everything that had been infuriating to me, and punishing me- the love, the betrayal

t know... it's just a name. But it feels... important." I nodded, mostly to myself, and did not trust myself further to add more. Chaos reigned, and my heart was racing. How was this male, this beholder, able to understand a name which had once been worth the world to me? I still wondered no more, but it was obvious: the strategic link we were fostering, the partnership that was in the process