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Car Crash (Part 2)

Palette's POV

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" He asks. Tears fill my eyes.

"Goth stop messing around! It's me! Your best friend?" I say frantically. He looks at me quizzically. Oh god. He doesn't remember me. This can't be happening. It just can't. I won't let it!

"Doctor! Nurse! Anyone!" I scream. Immediately a bunny scrambles into the room.

"Nurse Dinah at your service!" She says quickly.

"Please help! My friend doesn't remember me..." I plead. Another doctor is called into the room. The nurse and doctor walk over to Goth. They talk in low voices as I stand shaking by the door. They seem to come to a conclusion, because the nurse walks back to me.

"The creator will have to restore his memory, however we don't know when he can see us, so it could take a while," Dinah tells me. I pull out my phone and call my dad's number.

"Palette! Are you ok? I got your text! How is Goth?!" My dad says hurriedly.

"I'm fine dad... But Goth lost his memory, the hospital says you need to restore his memories," I sigh.

"I'll be right over Palette, love you!" Dad says. I turn back to the nurse.

"He'll be over soon," I tell her. She nods in confusion. I sit down in a chair by Goth's bed as Nurse Dinah and the doctor leave the room for a moment. I sit for a few minutes before jumping back up and pacing around the room. Please hurry dad, please help Goth, please. I hear footsteps running down the hall, and Ink bursts through the door. He hugs me quickly then kneels by Goth's side. Magic flows from his hands as he presses them to Goth's forehead. I say a quick prayer in my mind.

Dear God, I know I'm not even religious but I need your help. I hope you'll let my friend be ok. Stay by his side until he's well. I beg you. Thank you.

My mind races. The pressure of this is all setting in. My fault. My fault. My fault. My body gives out. I faint.

I wake to see my dad sitting next to me. I see Goth asleep in a hospital bed. Oh yeah. My fault.

"Hi dad, is Goth ok?" I say groggily.

"Hi Palette, Goth should be fine," he replies in the same tone.

"Are you mocking me?" I shouted playfully, while jumping up.

"Noooooo never son," Ink replied. I hear a groan from behind me. Spinning around I see Goth opening his eyes. Dad steps up to him.

"Goth, glad you're up. Palette is going to ask you some questions, and you'll answer truthfully so we can make sure your memory is back," my dad tells Goth, who nods. I walk to his side.

"Alright, umm, parents names?"

"Geno and Reaper."

"Your name?"

"Goth Afterdeath."

"My name?"

"Palette Roller."

"Best friends name?"

"Palette Roller."

"Crush?" I ask. Oh wait that was stupid.

"Once again, Palette Roller," Goth replies. My face lights up with blush. Rustling from behind me alerts me to Ink's exit. He winks before leaving us alone.

"Do you know what you're saying?" I ask.

"Yes, I do Palette, I just couldn't say it without an excuse," Goth smirks. He pulls me closer to him. I feel my face light up with blush as Goth kisses me. He. Kissed. Me. Goth. OHMYGODWHATDOIDOTHISISSOAWESOMEIMSOHAPPY. Ok cool it Palette. This isn't the time for intense fangirling. I kiss back.