What Was, What Is, What Can Be

Chapter 5

Brian was sitting on the edge of his bed, a cigarette between his fingers, as he thought about Justin. Would Justin ever remember him? He wanted Justin to remember him, but he kind of hoped that he wouldn't remember everything about their... relationship. Hopefully, if Justin ever did regain his memory, he would forgive Brian. Give him... give them... a second chance. Brian sighed as he flopped, yes flopped, onto his back. Brian put his cigarette out. Justin would remember him. And Brian was determined that he'd make so many good memories with Justin that Justin would forget the bad ones.

Justin was laying on his back in his hospital bed. The lights were all out and it was quiet, but he couldn't fall asleep. He kept thinking about the brunet from earlier. He had learned that his name was Brian. There was... something about the older man. He also kept thinking about the other people that had been at the hospital. His fa... Craig... had seemed so angry and cold. Justin just didn't know why. Sighing, Justin closed his eyes. Maybe he could force himself to go to sleep. He just didn't want to think about things anymore.

THE NEXT MORNING

Brian woke up, called in to work and took a personal day, then got dressed. When he walked outside, it was sunny. A nice, beautiful, day. There were a few people walking on the sidewalks. Brian felt a surge of irrational anger. How dare they walk? How dare the sun shine? Brian felt that the world should've stopped. Justin had been shot, was in a coma, and now didn't remember them... him. Giving his head a slight shake, he got into his black jeep and drove off.

When he got to the hospital, he parked and walked inside. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the up button for the elevator. As he reached Justin's room, he was about to push open the door when a slender hand on his forearm stopped him. Turning his head, he saw a young nurse, Jackie, her nametag read.

"Are you family?"

"Of course," he replied with no hesitation.

"Nice try. Mister Taylor has instructed us that only immediate family be allowed in. He gave us a photo of you. We are instructed to keep you out, sir. I'm sorry."

Without saying anything, Brian turned on his heel and left. "That son of a bitch!" he mumbled. Smirking, a plan started forming in Brian's mind. He would not be kept out of Justin's room.

Later that night, Brian was back on Justin's floor. Taking a quick glance around, he determined that there were no nurses close by. As quietly as he could, he slipped into Justin's room and shut the door. Without thinking, he strode across the room to Justin's hospital bed, and leaned in close to Justin. They were kissing.
 

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