Ryan was, quite frankly, pissed off. Either his friends were fucking with him, which was not funny in the slightest, or they were telling the truth. Which was worse. A million thoughts went shooting through his head. What if he did have retro-whatever amnesia? What if he had forgotten years of his life, forgotten people. What if he had been getting the date wrong for years, what if it wasn't even 2012? What if he was actually forty or something?
Okay, he knew the latter couldn't be possible. Spencer and Jon would look forty, which they didn't. He realised, as he thought his thoughts, that he couldn't see. Everything was dark, and he was cold. Had he passed out? He hoped to god he hadn't, how was he supposed to ask questions? And how embarrassing! He stopped mid thought at the sound of an unfamiliar female voice.
"....can't believe.....we discussed.....doesnt matter"
He didn't know who it was, or what they were saying. The sentences were broken and not making sense.
"...tried...but Brendon.....we couldnt.....we can't..." he heard Spencer's voice, and was both relieved and confused.
"...didn't mean....I just thought...please..". That was Brendon's voice, Ryan thought. This was the most confusing thing for Ryan. They had said something, about him not being a stranger. What did they mean?
Sentences were becoming clearer, and Ryan found he could generally hear the conversation.
"The bottom line is, if you were planning on telling him you should have consulted me first. We decided when it happened that you weren't going to say anything" The unfamiliar female voice spoke again. Ryan wondered who this unknown female was, and what she had to do with anything.
"We couldn't help it, you don't know Ryan, he's so stubborn" Spencer sounded upset, and Ryan hated it when he was sad. He tried to open his eyes, but he found that he couldn't. It was as if he was sleeping, with only his ears working. He tried to speak, at first only being able to make a grunt-like noise.
"Ryan?" Jon's quiet questioning voice had immediately stopped all other conversation, and although he couldn't see Ryan could feel everyone looking at him. He tried to clear his throat.
"Spence?" he asked, and he was surprised Spencer even heard him a he could barely hear himself.
"Ryan? I'm here, how do you feel?" Spencer asked, and Ryan felt his eyes flutter open of their own accord. He could see Spencer, sitting on a chair beside a standing Jon. Brendon was at the end of his bed, next to who Ryan presumed the female voice belonged to. She had long blonde hair that fell arous her shoulders, and was wearing a knee length pencil skirt with a blouse. She was holding something in her hands, and she had a smile playing on her red lips. She was tapping her red nails idly on the edge of his bed. His bed. He was in his house? He looked around for confirmation, and he was indeed in his house. So who was this woman? And why was she in his house?
"I can see you're confused" She said slowly, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow in Ryan's direction.
"Just a little" he said, sitting himself upright and feeling relieved that his room seemed to be in order.
"Well, tell me what you know about your condition" She said simply, and he could see what she had in her hands was a notepad.
"I dont have a condition, this is stupid" he stated, his brain having obviously decided that he was going to take the denial approach.
"You do have a condition Ryan, let me explain. You have a form of retrograde amnesia. It started when you were in the car accident, a few months back. You hit your head, causing the amnesia. Now, we have worked out that this is temporary, and that you have lost the two months of your life previous to the accident. Now, as we have not spoken with you about it, we don't know whether other parts of your life may have been forgotten too. As far as we are aware, this is temporary and the main indicator of this is that you can remember parts of your accident.
The reason you weren't informed of this is that depending on the severity of the case, it is left with the family of the patient to choose whether they want to tell the patient or wait until the memory comes back. Your parents decided it would be best to not inform you of your illness". She paused, and Ryan tried to take this information in.
"So...but...I don't...um" He tried, to no avail.
"I know this is a lot to take in, but I'm here to answer any questions you may have"
"Okay, I have a good question" He said, having seemingly gathered his thoughts. "What is Brendon to me?".
(Okay, this is a seriously short chapter but I just wanted to update since I've not been able to write for a while. Sorry for the wait)