Dying Stars.

(PT.8; HOW ARE YOU?)

(Authors Note: TW for: blood, angst, the usual etc.)

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The room was quiet as Zed and one of his assistants took some more of your vitals, sampling some more blood and checking your oxygen while everyone else waited outside in the lobby. He wanted to make sure you had your privacy as the nurse washed you down, bathing you with a damp washcloth since you couldn't remember the last time you were actually cleaned.

You didn't even think Hyperion worried about that type of stuff.

As the woman scrubbed away at your dead skin, you tried to think of something else to avoid the embarrassment. You knew that you weren't very clean, nor that you smelled good. It was kind of humiliating, even if she told you it wasn't.

So instead you tried to remind yourself of who you already knew.

You found out that the very muscular man was named Brick, while the much skinner one with dreads was named Mordecai. The little girl was called Tina, and the woman with blue tattoos and red hair was Lilith. Finally, your current doctor was named Zed.

You didn't remember any of these people.

Sure you knew them now, but other than that you couldn't remember a single piece of information about them. It honestly made you feel terrible. Especially after meeting Tina, the young girl striking a chord in you.

If these people were telling the truth in that you were a close friend of theirs, then it made you feel horrible that you didn't know one thing about them besides their names.

It felt like you abandoned them, that you'd let them down.

It was clear you and Tina had a very close relationship, even if she didn't seem to catch onto the fact that you were only pretending to know her. Maybe if you spent more time with the girl, you'd eventually start to remember more about them. And while Lilith and Zed seemed to understand and not judge you, it was obvious how disappointed they were.

What if they gave up on you? What if they just stopped trying to help you? Deciding that you were too much of a burden to them.

The nurse finished wiping you off, putting her supplies back in the bucket before helping you slip the gown back on. Walking to the door, she nodded a goodbye to Zed, letting him know that she was done, and exited back into the lobby.

"Um, Zed?"

The doctor turned to look at you, "Hm? What is it?"

"Can I..maybe, talk to you?" Your eyes tried to avoid him, looking up and around the room as your hands messed with the hem of your gown.

His shoes clicked against the tiles as he moved over to your bed, sitting down on the stool to focus all his attention on you, "What do you wanna talk about? Is something wrong?"

"Um, well-I just," your voice stammered as you tried to find the words, still getting used to speaking again.

"Take your time," Zed placed a hand on yours, "I'm not in no rush."

You took a breath, looking down to your hands to center yourself, "Do you think I'll ever get my memory back?"

It was a straightforward question, the first one you'd asked him in a while and yet the first one he couldn't answer as he looked at you, concerned in his gaze.

"It's just that," you continued, "I- I can't really- um, remember anything except for Jack and, um..Hyperion. And I know that I used to be someone I just- I don't know who,"
Your gaze slowly moved up towards him, "and I'm just scared that I never will."