Thank you very much for your all, kind comments :) Well, I think you already know in what direction I'm going with this story ;)

Lindo, if it comes about my other stories, I'll start update them from the next week :) Sorry it took me so much time.

Anyway, I hope you're going enjoy the new chapter, and I think you'd have the answer for your questions after this chapter ;)

'We found his ID card.' Police officer said and handed the document to the nurse sitting behind the desk.

'What about his family?' She asked and glanced at the first page before she wrote something down on the list. 'You found someone?'

'No family…No one asked about him, here?'

'No.' She replied shortly and glanced toward the closed door. 'If we don't find anyone who could take care about him during next few days, we're force to send him to the nursing house.'

'I can't help you more. We did our best.' The officer shrugged. 'Do you have the coffee machine somewhere?' He looked around the quiet corridor.

'Sure you did.' She sighed heavily. 'Go down the corridor and turn right. The machine would be on your left, before the nursing room.' She instructed.

'Thanks.'

He could hear Noah's voice through the door of his bedroom, calling softly his name, but he didn't dare to open it. He didn't want to talk with him right now, he needed to be alone. But Amy and Noah seemed to not hear his request.

'Please, talk to me Ste.' He almost begged him, but he didn't dare to move. He kept leaning against the cold wall and listening to his boyfriend's soft voice. 'Please…'

'He's not going to go out.' Ste rolled his eyes as Amy's voice rang behind the door. 'I tried for whole weekend, but without results.'

'What about his work? He gave up his job in Chez-Chez?'

'Cheryl gave him a few days off, since the last week he was working in the club every day.' She sighed. 'If she thought she's doing a favor for Ste and you, well, she was wrong.' No, Cheryl was right. He needed to rest, to sort everything out in his head.

'It's childish what's he doing.'

'Tell me more…' It annoyed him and he wanted to tell loud about that, but in the last moment he bite down on his tongue, as he recalled he has used to stay quiet, pretending he's sleeping.

'So what can I do now, Amy? Is he ever going to talk with me?' He asked resigned and for short moment Ste felt guilty. He never meant to hurt Noah, he was an ideal boyfriend for him. Caring, sensitive, funny, good looking, and Amy likes him. He could say that by one look at her face. But still…he wasn't able to reciprocate Noah's feelings at all. Still there was only one person instantly sitting in his head, and he couldn't do nothing about that.

'Of course, he is.' She assured. 'You just need to give him a time. I'm sure he'd speak to you for few days.'

'I hope you're right…I just can't believe we didn't speak for over week now, because of one silly quarrel.'

'Are you sure it's only about that?'

'Well, what about else?'

'Nothing. I just thought there could be something more than that, that's all.' Ste knew she was lying. He was sure she knows the real reason why he cut off from the outer world.

'No, there wasn't nothing more…Okay, I need to go back to work. Say Ste hi from me.'

'I will.' Until now he felt something warm and wet falling down on his hands. He touched his face as he knelt down on the floor. The tears. The first one which fall down from his eyes since he heard about accident. 'See you later, Noah.' He hugged knees to his chest and sobbed quietly as for the first time he realized Brendan is really gone and wasn't going to come back to him. He realized how much he loves him.

'What's that?' Warren asked annoyed as he swaggered inside the club with a cup of coffee in hand, as he made sure Cheryl wasn't around. There was only Rhys in the club, hanging on the front wall some picture or photography, as he hummed quietly some song. 'What the hell are you hanging there?'

'Cheryl asked me to hang it here.' Rhys replied without looking at him.

'Right, but what is it? It's some poster?' He tried to see something above Rhys shoulder, but man was balancing on the small stool, covering everything with his body.

'No. It's a photography.' He finally jumped off, letting Warren see the mysterious thing he was hanging on the wall. Warren's jaw almost hit the floor as the familiar blue eyes of the man on the photography was staring back at him.

'It's a club, not bloody museum!' Warren snapped irate. 'Take it off.' He ordered, didn't believe Cheryl decided to hang Brendan's picture in their club, on the front wall, so when someone is coming in, it was the first thing they're gonna see.

'I'm not going to be in Cheryl's bad book. If you want, you can take it off, but don't count on me.' He said. 'Cheryl said Brendan was a part of this club, so she wants people to not forget about that. She wants them to remember him.'

'Oh, why so modestly?' He asked mockingly. 'Why she doesn't go for broke and put a statue for him in the centre of Hollyoaks? I'm sure everyone would be up for it, seeing how popular he was. He did so much for Hollyoaks.'

'Not less than you.' Rhys muttered ironically under his breath.

'Sorry?'

'I just said I don't care if the photography would be hang in the club or not. If it's going to help Cheryl I can hang his pictures on every wall in the whole village.'

'It's ridiculous. '

'So, you're gonna tell Cheryl that you don't want Brendan's photography in the club?' He smirked slightly, already knowing the answer.

'If I only meet her.' He replied didn't lose his self-confidence, although they both knew the last thing Warren wanted to do, it's become Cheryl's enemy.

'Can't wait to see that.' Rhys added before he disappeared on the back of club as he got a warning look from older man.

This time everything looked different. He has seen exactly the white walls surrounding him, a drip hanging above his head, the small night cabinet standing next to his hospital bed and two plastic chairs standing under west wall. The edges of cabinet were the same sharp under his fingers as he has seen it. There was any blur visions anymore, just clear picture of the lightness he has seen for the last days.

He moved slightly on the bed and looked around as far his head letting him, when the door somewhere closed to his bed, opened with squeaky sound. He laid still when quiet steps rang close to his legs, before someone moved forward, so finally he could see the person.

'I see you already wake up.' Nurse Katie. Or at least he thought so. She had the same dark hair tied on the top of her head and row of white, shining teeth as she smiled to him, as the Voice he heard the first day he woke up. 'So how are you feeling today?' She asked softly as she reached her hand over his head, so she could pick up something from the night cabinet. He tried to answer, but only quiet grunt left his mouth. 'Don't worry I have something to help you. Just give me a moment.' He almost get a heart attack when suddenly his bed start moving up without warning.

'Don't be scared, I only thought you would prefer to sit, after lying for so long time.' He was able to see the door on the other end of room, when she put the remote down on the cabinet and reached out for something hidden behind it. 'Better?'

'Yea…' He replied hoarsely and frowned a bit when the nurse pushed a small table on the wheels toward the bed and laid a notes and pen on it.

'Like we promised we get a notebook for you, so you can try to communicate with us.' She smiled softly and gently grabbed his right hand, the one which wasn't connected to the drip. 'From tomorrow morning we'll practice your speaking.' He grunted and reluctantly let the nurse wrapped his fingers around the pen. 'Would you try to write something down?' It's nothing hard to do, you know. You just take the pen and write. But his hand, seemed to not cooperate with him. The pen was slipping out of his fingers like if they lived their lives and he had no power over them. He wasn't able to write even a one letter. He felt the anger raising up in him.

'That's okay. We'll work on that also.' But nothing was okay. He looked with furious at nurse Katie's smiling face and with one, quick flick, he pulled the notebook on the air. 'There's no reason to be angry.' She said, but he didn't listen her. He threw the pen with all strength he could muster across the room. 'Calm down, otherwise I'd be force to give you something for sleep.' She warned him , but he didn't care. He tried to shout at her to fuck off, but his guttural rumblings seemed to not impress the nurse. 'You had a very serious accident, so don't expect to be the same efficient as before.' She said harshly. 'We only trying to help you.'

'I…' He clenched his fists and hit the small table with all force.

'Fine. I'm going for doctor. Maybe you'd listen to him.' She could forget about it. He wasn't going to listen to anybody. They have no bloody idea what he was feeling right now. He even couldn't keep one fucking pen in his hand and the only thing they kept saying to him it's that everything's going be fine, and he's in good condition. He didn't understand what was going on around. And where is his family? Shouldn't they've already been here? It was fucking insane. 'Try to not destroy anything before I come back.' She could be sure about that, until he gets up from the bed and show them all what he thinks about their treatment.

'Do you already called up the nursing house to give them a heads up?' The doctor asked as he looked into files of his patient.

'Not yet.' The nurse said. 'I thought it's still too early for that. There's still a chance someone's come to take him.'

'If he's aggressive, we won't keep him more than few days. He's already stable.'

'I wouldn't say his aggressive.' She disagreed.

'If there's any problem for you, I can call them.' He looked at her above the file.

'There's no problem, sir.' She immediately said. 'I'll call them in a minute.'

'Ask them to send someone to us. It'd be better for both nurse and patient, if they know each other before we move him into nursing house.' He ordered.

'Of course, sir. I'm sure they wouldn't mind to send a nurse to us.' She assured him as she reached out for the handset.

'And make sure they'd send an older woman with experience. I'm sure she'd able to handle our patient and his outburst of anger.' He added with a sigh as he glanced at his pager. 'Looks like, our patient didn't like the table, so he decided to throw it across the room. Prepare a needle, Katie.'