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William stood, frozen with mixed emotions. Finally, he composed himself enough to croak out; "You are Grell Sutcliffe, and I am William T. Spears."
"Am I really? Wow, my name's…interesting. Well, Mr. Spears, could you tell me what those contraptions over there are? And where we are please?" Grell said, timidly pointing at the two death scythes in the corner with one fragile, bandaged hand.
"Well … Grell those are death scythes. And we are shinigami, we collect souls with them. You always love to go overboard though," Will explained fondly.
"Oh... that's lovely, I guess," Grell decided to say. Then there was a large moment of silence. "Would like me to call your adoptive family and some friends too?" Will offered, breaking the silence.
"Aren't you a friend?" Grell asked innocently.
"No I don't deserve that title," Will said, "or the other you gave me so long ago," he added in a whisper.
"No, something tells me you are my friend," Grell said, "But yes, it would be nice to meet people, to see if I remember them," Grell said shyly.
"Okay, I'll make some calls, will you be okay?" William asked with uncertainty.
"Yes, Mr. Spears, I think I can manage," Grell said softly. With that, William left with a pain in his heart.
Thankfully, the phone call to the Undertaker wasn't quite as difficult as expected. "What do mean, my sweet Grell can't remember anything! So help me, Spears, if you weren't so important to my daughters, you'd find yourself in deep trouble! We'll be there in a few minutes. We, as in Allen, Shaiyne, Ronald, Alois, Conan and Claude. Claude who better put Allen down this instant, or he will be in water too," The Undertaker said with morbid cheer.
Then he called Eric and Alan.
"What is it, William? Alan and I are busy!" Eric shouted, and William could hear Alan yell "Eric, you idiot, that sounded vulgar!"
"It's Grell, he had... An incident, and he has forgotten everything," William said, almost breaking down.
"We'll be right there."
When everyone arrived in the hospital room, you would think they were watching a horror movie at a funeral. Allen was sobbing quietly and having a cough attack in Claude's arm. Ronald embraced Shaiyne, kissing the top of her head, saying; "It's going to be okay, ssh." Alan was being comforted, well, trying to be comforted by Eric. Alois was sitting on Conan, clinging for dear life. Even the Undertaker's grin was nowhere in sight.
"Um, whoever you all are, please don't cry for my sake, please, I'm fine," Grell said with a shy, weak smile. "William, you said I had sisters, right? Are their names Shaiyne and Allen? Something in my heart tells me that's their names," Grell wondered, holding his head. "I'm trying to remember more, but it hurts." A single tear ran down his face.
"I-it's okay, Grell, you at least remember something right?" The Undertaker said softly.
"But I want to remember all of it! It seems like I'm hurting people, it's not fair to them!" Grell, for first time since he woke up, raised his voice.
"The Undertaker's right, Grell, please calm down. Maybe you should go to sleep," Will said with concern.
"But, but... fine, good night all of you," Grell said in defeat.
With that everyone left reluctantly, except Will.
'Im not leaving til you get better, or ever. Maybe we'll be what we once were," mused, before he fell asleep in the chair next to Grell's bed.