Fic: I Just Want You to Know Who I Am 2/? - Kradam
Title: I Just Want You to Know Who I Am
Pairing: Kradam, obv. lol
Author: Haley (iwtfcp)
Rating: i say about PG-13. Possible smut later? :)
Summary: Adam is in an accident and wakes up in the hospital, with no recollection of the past year of his life.
Notes: Sorry for the wait! was on vacation :P
Chapter 1: http://iwtfcp.livejournal.com/671.html
"Who are you?"
A look of sheer horror dawns on both of the faces before me. "W-what?"
Allison stutters. Her death grip on my hand loosens slightly. She
looks into my eyes; a penetrating gaze that searches for something
that we're both not sure is there. I don't know how to respond to her
question. Kris poses another, through his own obvious dismay.
"You really don't remember us?" he says shakily. His question is
clearer and I'm able to finally reply.
"No."
I feel Allison's hand fall limply from mine, and my eyes flicker to
hers, now fixated on the ground in a devastated stare.
Kris sighs, and I can hear all of the air in his lungs escaping. He
doesn't appear to inhale again for what feels like minutes. Then he
staggers back, hands flying to his hair and pulling, threatening to
rip the strands from his scalp. He mumbles incoherently to himself at
first, then his voice rises and I can hear his jumbled words.
"They said...they told us this could happen. But..oh God..what are we
going to do?" he cries in a tortured voice, collapsing onto the chair
at the back of the room. Panic rises abruptly in me and I'm suddenly
breathing rapidly. I can distantly hear the beeping beside me becoming
quicker, adding to the hysteria. I'm overcome with a million questions
my tongue won't let me ask. What the fuck happened to me? Who are
these two strangers? It's like I've been zapped into an alternate
dimension.
My chest feels too tight, and there's an abrupt, sharp, insistent pain
in my right side. I look down to see a small red blotch on the white
sheet, right above my stomach.
Oh shit. I've never been good with blood.
I don't stop to think where the blood came from before my vision
swims, and through the ringing in my ears I hear the door open
violently. Footsteps echoing, a woman approaches, fumbling with
something beside me. I only have time to hear her shout, "What did you
two do? Get out!" before I slip into unconsciousness.
************
I awake again, to the now familiar white ceiling. Everything is fuzzy,
like a film has clouded my mind. Then it comes back to me. Allison
and Kris. My faded memory and the continuous beeping. I force myself
to stay calm. I mean, panicking is only going to end up putting me in
the same position as earlier. I suppress the millions of questions
formulating at the back of my mind and focus on the soft beeping
beside me once again.
I don't sense the presence of anyone else in the room, and as I lift
my heavy lids, my presumption proves correct. However, the door to
the room is open and I can hear muffled footsteps and muted
conversation coming from the hall. The soft sounds are somewhat
soothing, but the emptiness of my listless room suddenly sends a pang
of loneliness straight to my heart. No one is here to help me through
this whirlwind of hurt and confusion. Not even the two people who were
here before, despite the fact that unbeknownst to me, I apparently
know them. Thinking back to the way my few words had stricken the two
with grief, I feel horrible for it, though I know it wasn't really my
fault. Who wants to make a cute guy angry and a young girl cry?
Certainly not me.
Suddenly I hear voices growing louder from outside the room. A nurse
starts walking toward the door, then stops, and turns around to block
the doorway.
"No! Listen, you two shouldn't even still be up here, let alone see
him right now, after that last visit. You caused his wound to reopen!"
she begins; talking to someone I can't see from here. Another voice,
soft with a drawl, chimes in. "Look, that was totally my fault. I
freaked out, not Allison. Please, just let her in. She really needs to
talk to him right now.." his voice cracks. After a pause, the nurse
replies. "She knows he might not regain his memories, right?" "Yes,"
the man's voice answers. "But we have to try." The nurse looks like
she's contemplating it for a moment, then finally agrees to let
Allison in. I'm intensely relieved. I don't want to be here alone
anymore.
She steps in timidly, with such a deep sadness in her red-rimmed eyes
that it makes me hurt, and shuts the door behind her.
"Hey, Adam," Clutching a red laptop to her chest, Allison walks slowly
toward me and sits in the chair next to the bed. She sets down the
small computer on her lap. "Do you...need anything?" she says.
"Um..no," I reply carefully. "I really just want to know what happened
to me..."
"Okay." she answers hesitantly.
"Well..I don't even know where to start," Allison begins, choosing her
words carefully. After a few moments, she seems to gather her
thoughts. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Well, I was home. I remember...I had just made it through the
audition round of that show, you know, American Idol?" I start,
eliciting a small smile from the young face before me.
"Yeah, I've heard of it," she replies.
"And...then I fell asleep. And that's the last thing I remember." God,
I feel so small right about now. This girl, probably at least ten
years my junior, has my sanity in the palm of her hand.
"Okay, well, I should just get this part over with first..." she
hesitates briefly. "Adam, it's been about a year since then," she
finally lets out. "And you were in a pretty bad car accident, about
two days ago. You...hit your head pretty hard. That's why you don't
remember us..." She paused, letting the words set in.
So a whole year is missing from my head. My eyes leave Allison and
turn to stare at the white ceiling once again. Well, that explains it.
I've never been pegged as the particularly calm one, but I know this
time that there's no point in freaking out. I'm going to have to
accept that this is my life now.
I nod in acknowledgement, turning my head back to her with a defiant
expression.
"Tell me everything. I need to know what's happened this past year."
And she does.