Told from Flynn's POV
~oOo~
All I wanted was for her to wake up. Just open her eyes and smile at me. Blink, move a finger, something. The son of a bitch that did this to her was lucky Provenza was there to hold me back, otherwise Julio and I would have had a field day. How could someone do that to her? How could anyone hurt someone so kind, beautiful, and funny? I rubbed my brow in frustration, looking towards Sharon in the hospital bed.
The doctors told me she had suffered a brain bleed, that she could have died. The surgeon had to cut off all of her hair and drill a hole in her skull to equalize the pressure. She could have died. We were finally happy, finally able to put the past behind us and she had almost been taken from me. Why?
Her eyelids started to flutter and I gently place my hand on top of hers, "Sharon?" I whisper.
"Jack." She mumbles in response.
"No sweetheart, it's Andy." She still looked beautiful, even without hair and a dark purple bruise covering the majority of her forehead.
"Andy? Where's Jack?" She asks sleepily, her eyes still closed.
"Don't you remember?" I ask sadly.
"Jack." She babbles again.
"Sharon, Beautiful, you and Jack are divorced, remember? I'm your boyfriend." Dammit why couldn't she remember!
"No!" She mumbles and rolls over, "Jack!"
"Sweetie do you remember Rusty?"
"Street boy." She whispers.
Shit. It's all I can do to not punch the wall and yell. How far back had she gone? It had to be at least three years, seeing as she didn't really remember Rusty.
I kiss her cheek and her eyelids before turning to leave, "I love you Sharon."
"Love you too." She replies and I smile momentarily, then realizing she probably wasn't talking to me.
~oOo~
"Hey Rusty."
"Lieutenant Flynn, hey. How's Sharon?"
"Actually," I sigh, "That's why I wanna talk to you. Are you home?"
"Yeah. I can make something if you want."
"Sure Kid, that'd be great, thank you."
"See you in a bit."
~oOo~
I walk up to Sharon's door and take a deep breath before I knock.
"Hey!" Rusty greets happily and opens the door, ushering me inside.
"Hey Kid." I reply, shoving my hands deep inside my pants pockets.
"So what's up? How's Sharon? I made burgers."
I walk over to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water before sitting down at the table, "Actually, that's the thing." I rub my jaw nervously.
Rust gets us each a burger and begins to eat. I guess he forgot I'm vegetarian.
"How bad is she?" Rusty asks, worry evident in his voice.
"Well...ah... that's the thing kid." How do I tell him this?
"Come on Lieutenant, I can handle it. Worse has happened." I wondered if he was telling the truth.
"She lost her memory. Don't know how far back yet. She thinks she's still married to Jack."
"Oh my God!" Rusty exclaims, spitting his mouthful of burger back onto the plate, "Well what- what do we do?!" Rusty gets up and begins pacing nervously around the kitchen, "How do we help her?"
"I think we have to call him."
"Andy... No. No way." Andy? I'll take that as a good sign.
"She thinks they're married. Maybe he'll clear it up."
"Yeah, or maybe he'll take her back!" Rusty yells, throwing his hands up angrily, "I can't lose her! I can't deal with Jack!"
"She," I drag my hand down my face, "She doesn't remember you much, or that we were together." I try to keep a stray tear from escaping, pinching my eyes shut.
"No." He starts walking in circles around me at the table, I feel like prey being circled by a lion, "No, no no, no! This can't be happening! We have to do something!"
"Hey, come here." I almost beg, waving my hand in the air as he walks towards me, "It's okay Buddy, sssh, it's okay." He wraps his arms around me and starts to cry, burying his face in my chest, "Sharon's gonna be okay. She's a fighter."
"I... I know." Rusty mumbles, pulling out and looking up at me, "We have to help her remember."
"Yeah." I sigh, "But how?"
"I don't know but we can't call Jack." He emphasizes, "We can't. What about Emily or Ricky? Maybe they'll be able to do something?" He lets go of me and leans against the dining room chair, "I mean can't they prove how much time has passed? We should atleast call them."
"You know Kid," I rub my eyes, "You might be able to show her how much time has passed. You have your license now right?"
"Yeah...?"
"And you're in college and your stuff is all over the place here and she adopted you. Let's get your adoption paperwork and her divorce papers together. Maybe something from the office she wrote with the date on it."
"That's great Lieutenant!" Rusty exclaims excitedly but still sad, "This might work!"
Oh God I hope so. I just want to hold her again and tell her how much I love her.
