Amnesiac (Soma and Melix)

[Melix]

Felix, thought Oz, was more than human. He was a feeling, every feeling Oz cared to deal with at the moment. Laying on the hospital bed, he looked like he might never wake, and Oz wasn't sure that was a bad thing. The nurses came and went, casually informing him that visiting hours were ending soon for suicide watch, where Felix was kept until further notice. That was fine, too. He'd already bought a pocket knife, and he knew what he was doing when he slid the sharp end down his wrist. He was not leaving the hospital tonight.


Blood dripped onto his jeans, but he didn't care. Where he'd cut wouldn't kill, but it would look like he'd tried.


"I wish you'd wake up," he whispered to Felix.


@Soma

 

[Soma]

First thing that Felix noticed was the pain. It was almost unbearable. He was sure that there wasn't any part of him that wasn't hurting. Even the roots of his hair hurt. Beside that, he heard annoying beeping that was hurting his ears. Also, it was dark. He couldn't see any patch of light, so he tried to move his head. It hurt, so he tried to scream, but only a silent whimper left his mouth. His throat so dry he felt like he hadn't drink in years.


He tried to move again, but this time - only his arm. He managed only a smal thing - he flexed his fingers of his left hand, because that one wasn't hurting that much.

 

[Melix]

Oscar warched him, curiously, but the nurses had said not to expect much of a response. One nurse had described him as "dead to the world" before another scolded her for using the word 'death'. Oscar wasn't freaking out yet, though. His friends breathing and heart rate were stable. And there was no way Oscar would let Felix die. Not while he was around to stop it.


Felix's left hand twitched. Oscar brought it up to his lips, kissing the only conscious form of Felix's body. He saw Felix's mouth twist in pain, and called out to the nurse. What pain was Felix reliving? "He needs more morphine!"


As the nurse came in, she noticed the knife. "Those aren't allowed in here," she said, as if he didn't know. "Sorry," he said, and handed it back to her, handle pointing toward her...revealing his wrist. "Oh, my gosh. You're bleeding."


He just smiled. "I don't want to leave Felix."

 

[Soma]

Felix whimpered silently when someone took his hand. It hurt to move stiff muscles, besides, he felt like he had a bruise on every inch on his skin. But he did his best to squeeze the unknown palm, hoping that it would be enough to let them now that he was awake.


He heard some voices. They were vague at first, but then they started to get clearer with every second. He heard his name and wondered who was in the room. He was in hospital, right? He would recognize that beeping sounds everywhere.


Once again he tried to open his eyes, but ignoring the pain this time. It required a few tries, but he finally succeeded. He was almost blinded by the the light and whiteness of the room. Ah, so hospital it is.


The small movement seemed to tire him, so he took a quick break from any movement, his eyes lingering around the accomodation. There were 2 persons except for him, but he couldn't recognize them.

 

[Melix]

"Felix?" whispered Oscar. The man was moving, a miracle in itself. First he'd felt Felix squeeze his hand, and then, just moments later, his eyes fluttered open. He was awake at last. "Felix," Oscar whispered. "You are awake. I'm so sorry, for...for the fight, and...being stupid...and everything." He wondered if Felix could hear him. The nurses had said his hearing should be alright (although not much else seemed to be), but still, Oscar worried. "I missed you so bad." He wasn't going to say the L word yet- a lot could have changed for Felix in the past month, and he wasn't entirely sure that Felix would still reciprocate. He could have met someone else, or got tired of waiting, or just realized how big of an a-hole Oz tended to be. Who wanted to be in love with someone like that? Oscar would have taken off, if their situations had been reversed. That had been almost exactly what he did, really, when Felix had come out. “Buddy…can you hear me?”

 

[Soma]

Felix was so, so confused. After being a coma, which felt to him like almost neverending sleep, he felt really tired. There was a loud ringing in his ears, the beeping of medical equipment, someone was talking to him, and he haven't really recognized that guy. Should he? He tried to listen to him, but he heard random words. Felix - that was his name, awake - yeah, he was, fight - what fight?


He could feel a pain starting to build up in his head. Too much information at once, probably. He wanted to answer that guy's question, but his words somehow left his throat as inarticulate wheeze, so he just nodded, watching him closely, desperately trying to remember him. But he didn't have even a small clue, who that guy was. Probably his friend or something, since he was talking about some sort of fight. But he didn't remember that fight either.

 

[Melix]

Oscar winced at his friend's wheezing. He looked at the nurse, who was staring at them in shock, the most likely cause being that Felix was awake. "Could you get us some water? He sounds thirsty."


The nurse coughed. "Um, l-let me tell the doctor that he’s awake. I don’t want to operate until I’ve been given further orders, and um…we need to deal with your arm.” They did need to deal with his arm. There was a lot of blood coming out from where it shouldn’t and Oscar wondered if he had gotten the wrong artery after all. If he’d died while Felix had been in a coma, that would have been fine, but death wasn’t looking like his best option right now, when his best friend was awake.


“Do you remember what happened to you?” he asked. “The doctor’s got to you after you blacked out and couldn’t determine from your injuries how they happened. They suspected they may be self-inflicted, so they moved you to the suicide ward.” He frowned. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

 

[Soma]

As nurse was talking with that guy, who was supposed to be his friend, Felix tried to remember everything one more time. He could feel a dull throbbing in his head, but a little pain wasn't going to stop him from trying. He hurt all over anyway, so that wasn't changing much.


When nurse left the room, Felix looked at the boy sitting next to him, his brows furrowing at his question. "I may be stupid, but I'm not suicidal." He said hoarsely. He looked away, glancing at the window and thinking intensively. He remembered only quick flashes of light and something hitting him with big force. "I guess it was an accident. I remember it vaguely." He said after a while, giving a small shrug with his less injured shoulder.


He glanced at his companion once again. "But I have a better question. Who are you, exactly?"

 

[Melix]

Oscar hid his hands behind his back. It was a nervous tic, one that occurred only when he posited that he’d said something completely stupid. This happened to be one of those times. “I know,” said Oscar. “That you’re not suicidal. You’re not the type to kill yourself over some idiot guy who jilted you. If I’d thought you were that type, we would have made up a lot more quickly and you wouldn’t have had your accident.” Oscar was guilty. It wasn’t Catholic guilt or white guilt or any other type of guilt the news talked about, but rather the pain that comes with knowing that you are inherently responsible for your friend’s pain. “I’m sorry.” If Oscar and Felix had made up sooner, he wouldn’t have been riding a motorcycle (or whatever it was he was doing) in a thunderstorm. He knew Felix knew it too, which was why the guy barely looked at him.


Or maybe that wasn’t why. “Me?” asked Oscar. “You don’t remember me?” Was Felix faking? If so, that wasn’t at all funny. “I’m Oscar. Oz. Your best friend. You honestly…? We’ve been friends for years.”