Walk in. Do it. Stop being such a baby. You want to see him, he thought. He looked down at his blue hosptial gown with pastel purple doves all over it and grimaced.
If I had just watched were I was going... he bitterly recalled the accident that put him in this mess. Him in this mess. He played it over and over again and again in his head, feeling that he deserved the emotional torture.
I was driving down on Main Street by the park, ready to find the perfect spot to get on one knee and propose to Alfred. He slowly breathed in as his heart started to race from the very mention of his Fredka's name. If I had just looked where I was going...He muttered profanties under his breath as he thought of the scared look in Alfred's eyes, how terrified he must have been. I have to see him...
He drew a breath and asked to see Alfred F. Jones. The nurse didn't even bother to look up from her clipboard before saying, "Family members only, kid."
He cleared his throat and decided desperate times call for desperate measures. "I'm his husband, m'am. May I please see him?" Ivan could barely keep his voice from cracking. He guessed that the nurse pitied him, and opened the door. When he stepped inside, all he could see was Alfred's body attached to tubes and tubes attached to monitors. His face looked so peaceful. Golden hair matted with sweat stuck to his beautiful face. Tyler couldn't help but take his hand and kiss it.
His eyelids fluttered open and he smiled. "Alfred..."
He looked back with confusion in his bright blue eyes. "Who are you? And who's Alfred?"
Ivan could feel a bit of him die inside. "Fredka...it's me, Ivan. Your boyfriend for four years."
"I didn't know I had a boyfriend. And who is Fredka?"
Ivan slowly got up and checked the medical chart. The word stared at him, mocking his every move.
Amnesia.