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Homecoming, third chapter

Clear white light streamed trough the window into the plain white room, and fell onto a single bed occupied by a handsome young man. His black hair was partly covered by a white bandage that wrapped around his head several times and his gentle face wore a confused expression as he twirled a long brown stick trough around his fingers. He had warm hazel eyes, and cheeks that were just right for his face, though his left one had a deep gash from his left ear down to his chin that was in the process of healing. He was sitting up in his bed, back against the headboard, mesmerized by the wooden stick.

The room was extremely boring, perfectly rectangular, with four whitewashed walls. Two of them held doors, one had a window, and one was completely plain but for the headboard leaning against it. There was a white bedside table on each side of the bed; one held a lamp, and one a newspaper, and a small, tiny, velvet black box. There were two chairs unoccupied on the left side of the bed. The room also contained several oddly shaped machines, but all of them seemed to be turned off, apparently the man in the bed didn't need them.

One of the doors was open, and once in a while a person would pass by. Much of the morning passed by without an incident, the man continued obsessing over his stick, twirling, and swishing it, trying to discover more about it.

Around noon, a tall woman in a lab coat with long auburn hair to the shoulders passed by the room. He only just raised his eyes from the stick when he saw her, and a look of recognition crossed his features as he leapt out of bed, wooden something falling to the floor as he dashed out the door after her, "Hey, wait!"

By the time he got out the door, she was half way down the hallway, but he chased after her, "Wait! Hey! Wait!" Apparently he had good reflexes because he dodged a nurse who was pushing a trolley before finally catching up to the woman, he placed his hand on her shoulder panting, "Hey". The woman finally turned around, her blue eyes questioning who was getting in her way, she seemed impatient, and he features read 'what now'.

"Do I kno-", his words seen to catch in his mouth as he looked the women's features over, inspecting her cold blue eyes, confusion replacing his panting, from being out of breath.

The women stood their, hands on her hips, annoyance written all over her, "Can I help you?"

He muttered something under his breath before shaking his head with a look that neared desperation, "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone I knew, but…"

He turned around sad and made his way back to his room, muttering words like 'thought you were someone else' and 'could have sworn'.

When he got back to his room, he accidentally bumped in to a short blonde in a nurse's uniform, she was carrying a metal clipboard and was evidently attempting to get into his room as well.

"Oh sorry Amanda, I didn't mean to bump into you."

She smiled brightly, as they both entered the room. He picked up the wooden stick and put it on the bedside table, before getting back into bed. The woman sat down in one of the chairs next to it.

"No problem, where have you been?"

He scrunched his features in concentration," This doctor passed by my room, and I could have sworn I knew her, but then when I actually saw her face, nothing."

She frowned, "Well she might not be someone you know, but it's very possible she had features that were similar to someone from your past. It could be anything, even her posture. Think about it some more, any other progress?"

"No, I just can't seem shake that feeling that it's something important that I shouldn't throw out," he said, motioning to the stick on the bedside table.

"I'm sure you'll get it soon James."

He frowned when she spoke his name, and she quirked her eyebrow at him in response.

A little sparkle returned to his eye, as if this was a daily routine, "You don't know my name is James."

The nurse began scribbling on her chart, writing random notes. Playing with her pencil, doodling, just to try to keep down her smile as she spoke, "So your names Lily than?"

He however was able to keep a straight face, as if he had more practice at holding down laughter, "No. Well, at least I don't think so."

He continued, serious now, as if this part was new, and he hadn't confessed this part of his feelings to the nurse yet, "Well, it's just, maybe James is just a friend of mine, and he asked me to keep it for safe keeping. Maybe I stole it, and I got hurt while I was on the run, or maybe I found it on the street. How do you actually know it's mine? Theirs a huge possibility that theirs no one that loves me looking for me right now, how else would I have been here for 2 whole months?"

"Maybe. But I doubt it; theirs bound to be someone in love with a handsome guy like you. Anyway, I'm still calling you James, I think it suits you."

The man sighed, and stretched out his arm to pick up the velvet box on the table, and played with it for a few minutes in silence while the nurse eyed him, until he finally cracked it open. He pulled out a two thin bands from the box that were intertwined. One was very simple, gold, and bearing an engraving of a calla lily on it. The second, silver, bore five diamonds, the center diamond was cushion cut, not too big, but not too small either, and the two diamonds on either side were square, the ones on the exterior being slightly smaller than the ones directly next the center diamond. Small circle emeralds were indented like an eternity band along the rest of the ring, creating an overall stunning effect.

The man lifted the bands closer to his eyes to inspect the inner engravings. The gold one bore the name James in loopy cursive writing, where as the silver one bore Lily in the same font.

The man sighed again, and finally replaced the bands in their box, and once again looked at the nurse for attention.

She smiled, and rose to her feet, tucking her clipboard under her arm.

"If your up to it, I wanted to take you someplace special tonight, the doctor's gave me permission to take you for a walk."

He ran his fingers trough his hair, a slightly broken, and sad look crossed his face. "Sure, not like I have anything better to do, or anywhere else to go."

The nurses eyes twinkled a little before she left, "Don't worry James, you'll find out where you came from, guys like you don't go missing for long. Like I said, theirs bound to be someone looking for you, missing you like crazy at home. It's just I've seen lost of people pass trough here, and the good ones don't stay long, not when they have Lily's to take care of them."

He frowned, nose scrunching in concentration, "Lily…" The letters slipped off his tongue so easily, as if he had used that name thousands of times before, as if his lips were meant to move to those sounds, as if they were made specifically to form that name.

No matter the strong instinct he had that this Lily was someone really important that he shouldn't be forgetting, he just couldn't seem to grasp who she was.