Finally (Blargh this chapter was a pain in the butt to write)…the time has come for my first tenth chapter out of any of my stories! But lets celebrate for this one. I want to thank my favorites/followers and the people who reviewed. Enjoy this chapter and thank you guys so much; I appreciate it! :)

The Dr. Mario exited and Ike sat in the X-ray room alone as he beard the horrifying news about Marth. He thought it couldn't have been true so he got up, and ran back to his room. He entered, pushed the curtains away, and saw the young blue prince stare out the window.

The mercenary sat quietly next to him as Marth turned to him and let out a warm smile. Ike felt mourning and said, "Can you tell me what you know or remember?"

Marth sighed as his eyes face the bed and stare at his blankets. He closed his eyes and tried to rummage through his memories. Everything was truly blank and he said, "No, nothing. I overheard the doctor and apparently, you're the closest thing to me and my name is Marth. Also, I got this letter from someone named Zelda and I think she's a friend of mine?"

Ike knew that she would cause nothing but more trouble for Marth and it was her fault for making him depressed which led him to shoot himself. Since Marth has amnesia, Ike decided to take an advantage. "Zelda is no one important, so just ignore her."

"But that would be considered rude wouldn't it? I should at least thank her for the flowers."

Ike forgot about his good nature when it would come to girls and its surprising his personality is almost the same from before except he's more timid. He didn't want to lie, but he was doing it for the sake of Marth. "Before you lost your memories, you hated her because she broke your heart which led you here; by trying to commit suicide. She's basically asking for your forgiveness so she could cheat on you again."

"I…see. Can you do me a favor?"

Ike tilted his head slightly in curiosity. "Hmm?"

Marth began clenching the bed sheets with his hands. "C-Can you tell me how I tried to kill myself? It seems like I had such a sad life before, but now since I forgot everything, I once again feel sad; it feels familiar too. I guess I can still feel the sorrow before even thought I don't remember a thing. What a miserable life indeed."

Ike couldn't help but cry after hearing his words. He jumped out of his seat and embraced Marth. With his words chocked up with tears, Ike tried to speak. "M-Marth, don't-don't say that. Its possible you won't get your memories back, but I'll still help you to the very end cause that's what best friends do. B-But after hearing those words, it seems better to forget and start life anew after being so sad. I won't tell you why or how you killed yourself, but I'll be here for you and help make a happier life."

Marth smiled with tears also seeping out of his eyes and hugged Ike back. "I'm sorry, but I want to know. People learn from their mistakes and I want to learn from mine, even if it was forgotten."

Ike let go if Marth and began wiping his eyes with a few sniffs. He sat back down on his chair and once he calmed down, he began to spoke, "This was two days ago back at our school which you'll see whenever you are dismissed from the hospital. I was walking through the hallways during lunch when I happened to pass by the gun history classroom."

Marth flinched after hearing guns and history combined. "The gun history…classroom? What kind of school do I go to? I thought education meant learning for a future job; like an engineer or something."

Ike sighed and let out a small laugh. "Well not in this world. Now allow me to continue."

"Oh, sorry. Please do!"

"As I was passing by, I heard a loud gunshot. Its startled me while people who were walking by just continued their conversation. I heard someone say, 'Sounds like Snake is playing with his guns again.' But since I never had the teacher, it seemed strange to me." Marth really wanted to interrupt about whom Snake was but allowed Ike to continue. "I entered the classroom and was about to ask Mr. Snake what happened, but what I found scared me to death." A long dramatic pause occurred with Ike now staring at the floor. "Saw you lying on the floor bleeding to death with Snake's gun in your hand."

"I'm sorry." Ike looked up at the prince who was crying again. "I'm sorry to have worried you so much. Its my fault that I'm here like this without memories any longer."

"No its not because I should be the one apologizing!" Ike blurted out. "Its my fault for not noticing you were depressed, it my fault for not being there. Its Zelda's fault that you're here!"

Marth could hear the cardiac monitor's rate increasing as the beeping sounds were too. "Ike, the-"

The same nurse that checked up on Marth came inside the room. She took a small look at his Ivs and cardiac monitor then picked up a clip board from the desk next to Marth's bed. Quickly skimming it, she said, "Be careful when you're talking with the patients. It looks like Marth's heart rate has shot up. I'm afraid I'm going to have dismiss you for today."

Ike feeling sadder than he should be, he walked towards the door and asked on final question before departed. "When will Marth be discharged?"

The nurse replied with a serious expression. "No longer than a few weeks. He hopefully will free before the time graduation comes."

Ike nodded and walked out. Marth waved him goodbye as he leaned back to lie on his bed. He looked at the nurse who was writing things in her check board when a question came to his mind. He politely asked the nurse, "Excuse me."

She continued to write without showing a single glance to him. "What is it?"

"I noticed that I have a cardiac monitor equipped to check my heart rate correct?" She nodded as she lifted her head in curiosity on what else he had to say. "Why do I require one when have a brain injury? Surely there's no need so its purpose must've been to check I if was alive still?"

"Oh, I see you have interest in medical things." She said as she walked towards the seat Ike seated before. She sat herself and said, "Well, usually fast or slow heart rate could mean the person is thinking about something even when it comes to the brain. When a person is anxious or scared, its causes them to think about something. When thinking, the brain goes through various processes and it could harm them mentally after receiving damage from there."

Marth taking all the info, it fascinated him as he listened. Once she finished, he said, "For a nurse, you're quite informed yourself."

"Aww, why thank you."

After a while the nurse left the room and Marth lied down as he thought about what she said. He didn't know why, but medical things interested him. Before he lost his memory, was he like this? He wasn't sure, but waited for the next day.

The following day, Ike came during the late afternoon carrying two notebooks. He pushed the curtains and yelled, "How ya doing!?" He looked at Marth and was he fast asleep.

Over to the side, Ike couldn't help but notice there was a cup of water on the desk next to Marth's bed and quietly walked over. He placed his hand on the cup and felt cold. He picked it up, slowly pushed the bed sheets away a-top of Marth and saw his chest was bare with small censoring pads that were checking his heart rate.

He gently placed the glass of water on his chest and Marth jumped yelling, "Cold!"

Ike bursted into laughter while the prince thundered, "Ike, don't fucking do that! You know it could be bad for my brain and heart right?"

"Oh, really? Sorry man, but I just couldn't help myself."

Marth quickly lied back down on his bed when he noticed the notebooks. "Um, what are those you have in your hand?"

Ike gave one to Marth with a pencil and said, "This is you class notebook that you used. I figured I might as well give you some notes so you don't completely fall behind."

Marth took both and asked, "Just curious, what's the subject?"

"Right, you have amnesia. Sword combat and its one of the classes you have. We were always partners when it would come to sparring."

"So I was interested in weaponry? But I don't like to fight though."

Ike lips curved into a small smile. "You really haven't changed. You see, you're actually a prince who entered high school to learn more about swordsmanship. Your full name is Marth Lowell and you're the prince of Altea. The main blade you use is called the Falchion and it was inherited to you by your ancestors. Also, you see that gold headband on your head? That's your sister's tiara and she gave it to you for good luck; sadly though, she's no longer here because she's studying abroad for your sake."

"Wow, that very surprising, so should I remove this headband if its so important?"

Ike leaned back on his chair. "Well, before you lost your memory, you rarely ever took it off, but I recommend you do cause you looks like a girl with it."

Marth reached his hand over and placed it on the tiara. "Well, I guess I should." He slowly removed it and placed it on his lap. "I feel like something's missing now, but I'll get used to it."

"Heh, you look a lot better without it."

"Um, thanks? But, about my sword you mentioned, can I see it?"

Ike got off the chair with a sigh and crouched down near the bed. Under it, he took out a sword covered within a sheath. He slowly drew it out and a slight shimmer emerged from the edge of the blade as light reflected off of it. He slowly handed it to Marth and he grabbed its red handle. Marth got off the bed and took a fighting stance that looked very familiar to Ike. But since his friend was in a hospital, he said, "Marth, I don't think you should be practicing right now. You're still resting."

Marth dropped the sword. "Okay…" He handed it over to Ike as he sheathed it and placed it under the bed. Marth got back on the bed when he remembered about the teacher Mr. Snake and wondered what happened to him. "Hey Ike, what happened to Mr. Snake after I tried to commit suicide? I hope he didn't get fired."

"Sorry Marth, but he did end up getting fired because it was his gun and there will no longer be a gun history classroom; or really anything that has to do with guns. I heard the bad news today during school with our principal Mr. Dedede firing him. Rumors say that Snake replied back with a gun in the principal's face and walked out by barely missing the guy's head."

"Wow that must've freaked him out."

"Hell yeah it did." Ike looked at the clock and evening was at its brink. "Looks like I gotta head back home. See you tomorrow man."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Marth saw Ike left the room and he went back to staring at the window with nothing else to do. That's when he heard a nurse and a young woman arguing. He could vaguely hear the words.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but visiting hours are done. Come back to see him tomorrow."

"Please, just let me quickly see how's he doing. It'll just take a few minutes."

"Very well."

Marth could hear footsteps nearing his room and it startled him knowing someone other than Ike would visit him. The person pushed the curtains and who he saw was a young beautiful girl with a gray dress and brown hair.

She said in a worried tone, "Marth! Oh, I'm so sorry. How are you feeling."

Marth was clueless on who it could be so he made up a lie to find out who she was. "Sorry, my eyes are hazy right now. Who are you?"

"Its me, Zelda. Don't you at least recall my voice?"

He didn't recall anything about her, except she was the reason why he was there.