Memory
Michael's eyelids flickered. In an instant Anthony moved from the chair he had been sitting in to the side of the hospital bed, and grabbed his boyfriend's hand.
'Thank god you're ok!' Anthony said, relief clear in his voice.
'What happened?' Michael asked, as his spare hand went to stroke the bandage around his head.
'You were at Quidditch practice. Bludger to the head, don't you remember?'
'No, I remember nothing. Who even are you? What are you doing here?'
'What?' Anthony whispered, as horror washed over his face.
'Got you!' Michael smirked, and winked mischievously towards his horror-struck boyfriend.
