Brandon Harvey

I knocked on the door to his room and silently slipped in. The first thing I saw was Brandon laying on a bed with an I.V in his arm. I slowly and uncertainly crept to his bed.

"Brandon?" I whispered. "Brandon, are you awake?"

"Hmm? Chloe? Is that you?" Brandon rasped. "Gosh. I thought I'd come too late. I thought-" He paused to cough . "I thought I'd killed you! That'd make me feel guilty for the rest of my life if I'd killed you. I'm sorry I had to do that. For pushing you, I mean. I guess I kind of scraped you pretty bad. From the looks of it, I guess I made you hit your head pretty bad, too."

I gently felt the bandage on my head.

"Oh... That. Umm, that wasn't you." Brandon gave me a puzzled, painful look.I knew every facial expression hurt him and felt a little guilty for confusing him. "I just woke up from getting surgery. I only remember the accident and who my parents are... Then it's all just... Gone. I had a one pound tumor in the right side of my brain. The surgeon said I'd be damaged permanently, but I don't really feel any different other than not remembering anything before the accident."

I could tell from his eyes that Brandon was worried for me. It was touching, in a way.

"Chloe?" I looked up. "Can I tell you something?"

I nodded. By his eyes, I could tell this was either going to be the happiest day of my life, or a heartbreak. But I guess I was going to find out.

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