Blaine licked his dry lips as he was looking up the ceiling. Being at the hospital wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He heard a knock on the door and lifted his head to see who it was. It was that guy again. Cooper was his name. He always visited him on Tuesdays. He always tried to convince Blaine that he was his brother, and sometimes he would even bring his girlfriend with him and they would show him pictures and read for him as if he was a small child who was trying to learn again. He wanted to believe him, but he just couldn't remember anything. He kept thinking that he was trying to manipulate her. After all, he must hate her just like the others did. He walked up her bed and smiled at him. Blaine gave him a weak smile back.
Luckily Cooper was alone this time. Blaine didn't always like it when he brought other people. He didn't need more people to judge him. After the visits he usually felt a little bit happier. He was actually trying to remember Cooper as he so desperately wanted him to. He had told him that there were only a few weeks until his birthday and he wanted to know what he wanted so he could buy it to him. But Blaine only wanted to remember again, and to be happy. He told him he wanted a radio or something so he could listen to music whenever he wanted to. Blaine really hoped he actually was his brother. He was very proud of him and wanted to tell him how happy he sometimes made him, but somehow he just never told him. He watched him leave again after a small visit. He had talked about his girlfriend and how he would soon propose to her. Blaine had simply listened and nodded at his words. When the door closed behind him he felt a tear streaming down his cheek. "I'm sorry for forgetting about you."