I had so much fun writing my first fanfic Sibling Love:Isaac Lahey and Erica Reyes that I wanted to write some more! So here is the first chapter(more like a prologue) of my new amnesia fic =) Stay tuned and comment away!
Chapter 1
"Get out of my way," Derek growled. He nearly flipped over an old man in a wheelchair.
"Hey watch it!" a nurse shouted.
"No, you watch it," he snapped back, continuing to run down the hall. He turned the corner and finally found the room, 311. His hand was on the door, about to walk in and brace himself for the worst when another hand on his stopped him.
"Wait, Derek," Danny cautioned. "Let me just fill you in before you go barging in on him."
"Are you joking me? Back off! I need to see him," Derek stressed.
"He's sleeping now, the nurse just gave him a lot of drugs and said he'd be out for the night, so calm down. They said he's going to be fine," Danny announced.
At that, a good amount of the anxiety Derek had been feeling was released. He relaxed his shoulders a bit and allowed Danny to continue talking while they entered the hospital room.
It was a private room, but very small. The lights were dimmed and it smelled like Windex. Derek clenched his fists when he saw his boyfriend lying in the bed, hooked up to an IV, with monitors beeping away in the background and a distinct scratch over his left eyebrow. Danny guided Derek to the chairs in the corner.
"Now, like I said, the doctors have assured us that he will be fine and healthy again soon," he paused, wanting so badly to delay the last bit of information he still needed to say. Truthfully, he was scared of how Derek would react because he knew how..violent he could be. "Unfortunately, he appears to have forgotten some things…"
Derek's pupils doubled in diameter. "What? What are you talking about?"
"Well in technical terms, they're calling it post-traumatic amnesia. He got hit in the head pretty hard with that lacrosse stick," Danny explained.
The werewolf looked away from Danny and to his lover in the hospital bed.
"You mean he doesn't remember anything?" Derek whispered, still not making eye contact.
"No, no! The degree of memory loss is usually dependent on the extent of the injury. It could have been much worse, the doctors say he's really lucky. Judging by the amount of blood and-"
Derek winced and held up his hand, instructing Danny to stop. "Enough," he ordered, "What does he remember?"
Danny audibly swallowed. "It seems he remembers everything up until Scott got bitten…" he mumbled. "So about 4 months worth of amnesia,"
"Fuck!" Derek yelled while standing up on his feet, running both hands through his dark hair. He was now standing at the edge of the bed, looking more lost than angry while his lover slept oblivious to Derek's presence.
"I'm really sorry," Danny said, unsure of what else he could possibly say. He squeezed Derek's shoulder, "I'll leave you guys alone for a bit," and he walked out the door.
Derek walked around to the side of the bed and sat on the very edge, not wanting to disrupt the patient.
"Oh Jackson," Derek whimpered, "what am I going to do now?"