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They waited patiently as the doctor sat them down in a conference room, all confused as to why they were here. They just wanted to see Kylie. They had heard from the nurse that she was awake, and everyone was confused as to why they couldn't just go see her.

Rylie crawled from Ryan's lap, onto the table and crawled towards her Uncle Don, who was holding and empty plastic water bottle. She grabbed the bottle from him and slammed it against the table, a giggle escaping her mouth. "Ry Ry," Ryan whispered, grapping Rylie by her legs to pull her back. "Come here sweet pea. Let's be quiet so the doctor can talk, alright?" He placed Rylie in his lap and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, before turning back towards the doctor.

"What's going on?" Niki asked, leaning forward against the table. "She's awake right? So why can't we see her?" She turned towards Brent. "You talked to her right? Is she okay?"

Brent let out a cough, and turned his head away from Niki as quick as he could.

"Kylie is okay," The doctor promised. "She's just having some problems remember things. When she woke up, she knew that Brent was an important person in her life, she just couldn't remember his name. And when we asked her about her daughter, she broke down in tears because she couldn't remember having one. We've given her a Catscan, and an MRI of her brain. We've asked her simple questions to get a feel on what she remembers. She doesn't remember any of you, sadly. I'm sure when she sees you memories will come to mind, but she won't be able to place you with a name. You're going to have to be patient with her, as we're not sure if she remembers everything, or just some things.

"So basically we're all strangers," Jason chuckled. "That's great. My baby sister isn't gonna know who the hell I am!"

"Jason," Flack Sr. mumbled. "Relax pal. At least she's awake."

"Yeah she's awake!" Niki shouted. "But she's not Kylie! She can't remember us? She can't remember who we are? How does that even happen! I'm her best friend. She's not supposed to be able to just forget all about me!"

"Patients who are in a coma forget things sometimes," The doctor tried to explain.

"So then it's you're fault!" Niki growled, standing up. "You're the one who operated on her! You're the one who messed her up! Fix it! Fix her!"

"Niki," Flack Jr. whispered, grabbing Niki's arm lightly in support. "Nik. She's gonna get better. We just all gotta help out."

"I want to see her," Niki and Ryan spoke at the same time.

"Okay," the doctor agreed. "She asked to see Rylie first," he spoke. "I wouldn't recommend sending all of you in there at once."

"Ryan and Niki. You go first," Flack Sr. spoke, taking charge before everyone could begin to argue over who would see Kylie first.

"Come on," Ryan whispered, picking Rylie up before leaving the room as quickly and quietly as possible.

"Hey," Niki spoke, opening the door, Rylie on her hip. Ryan followed in closely behind.

Kylie gave her a small smile, and waved as she sat in the hospital bed. "Hi," she whispered, holding her arms out for Rylie. Rylie eagerly accepted the offer and crawled into her mother's lap. "Mommy!" she shrieked, planting a kiss on Kylie's cheek. "Wated up! Yay! I turn 2 soon!"

"I know," Kylie smiled. "And me and Daddy are gonna have a party for you. With chocolate cupcakes, and Yo Gabba Gabba."

"Really?" Rylie gasped, clasping her hand to her mouth. "Cup dates yummy," she gigged.

"Yes they are," Kylie agreed, nodding her head. She ran her fingers through Rylie's thing brown hair, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, before turning towards Ryan and Niki.

"How are you doing?" Ryan asked her.

Kylie's face scrunched up in confusion, and she shook her head. "I'm not really sure," she laughed pathetically. "Can… can I talk to her by myself for a few minutes? Would you mind?"

Though he did mind, he shook his head. Though it broke his heart that Kylie wasn't quite sure who he was, or that she wanted to speak with Nikki first, he let his mouth shut. He cleared his throat, and slowly nodded his head. "I'll be right outside the door, alright?"

"Thanks," Kylie whispered, watching him leave her room. She turned towards Niki, and blinked back a small tear. "I couldn't remember Rylie," she whispered, the guilt evident in her shaky voice as she admitted her thoughts and fears to her best friend in the whole entire world. "Even after they told me her name. And they told me I had a baby. There's not a memory of her. And I'm trying to remember anything. I just can't see her face. I see me pregnant. I see me holding a baby. I just can't see her face."

"Just like you can't see my name?" Niki asked, biting her lip as she spoke

Kylie let out a sigh. "If I could, I'd remember," she whispered. "But I know we're best friends."

"How do you forget you're on daughter, Kylie!" Niki shouted.

"I wanna remember!" Kylie shouted, tears falling down her face, as she held on to her daughter. "I wanna be able to tell you I remember your name! And that I remember my baby's first steps like it was yesterday! Or what she was wearing the day I was shot! I wanna remember everything, Niki!"

Both Niki and Kylie grew silent for a second, Kylie's face turning a bright red. "How did you do that?" Niki whispered, folding her arms over her chest. "How did you remember?"

"I…" Kylie shook her head. "We fought a lot, didn't we? When we were kids? We yelled at each other. It just…it hit me, I guess," she mumbled.

"Well that's good. Maybe you can remember every one else too. I'll help you, alright?" Niki walked towards the side of the bed, and pulled the chair up towards it.

"Let's start with her dad," Kylie whispered.

"Daddy?" Rylie asked, turning to look at Kylie.

"Yeah, Daddy," Kylie nodded her head.

"Okay," Niki agreed. "Daddy. What do you remember about him?"

"We live together," she whispered. "In Miami. And we don't really fight a lot, but when we do it gets bad. And we're supposed to get married soon," she stopped and glanced at the engagement ring on her finger. "He tries."

"Good," Niki nodded her head. "Is there a name popping up?"

"No," she whispered, biting her lip. "This is so hard, Niki," she whispered. "I feel so drained."

"Well, you just have to try."

"I am trying! It's hard!"

"Take a break then," Niki whispered. "Do you wanna talk to-" she stopped herself before she could say Ryan's name. "Do you want me to bring him in for you?"

"Could you?" Kylie asked her sweetly. "That would be nice."

"Okay," Niki nodded her head, standing up.

Kylie watched her leave and waited patiently for Ryan to come in. "Hi," he smiled when he finally did come in.

"Hi," she replied, giving him a smile. "Miss me?"

"God Kylie, you have no idea. The stress you've put me in," he chuckled, wiping his face with the palm of his hand. "Don't you ever get shot again."

Kylie gave him another smile and nodded her head. She grabbed his hand, resting hers over his. "When do I get to go home?" she asked.

"When the doctor knows there's not anything major wrong with your brain."

"What? Like not knowing your name?" she spoke sarcastically. "I just wanna go home. I wanna be a family again. I don't care if I don't remember things again. I just want to be in my own bed, with you and Rylie. I want to give her the best birthday party ever, and I want to just…live."

"I know," Ryan whispered. "I promise. I'll take you home as soon as they say you can leave. They wanna put you in therapy. Do exercises to get your brain flowing. They think it'll really help your memory."

Kylie slowly nodded her head, Rylie still in her lap. "I don't get it," she whispered. "Everything's there. I remember us. I just…it's like your name is right there, and every time I reach out to grab it, it gets farther away."

Ryan let out a sigh when he realized Kylie was crying. "It's okay," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her. "It's going to take time. And you're frustrated. You're not gonna remember anything when you're frustrated. You just need a break, alright? Just relax. And try later."

"Mommy, no cry," Rylie whispered, tugging on Kylie's hospital gown.

"Sorry baby," Kylie laughed, wiping her eyes.

"We're gonna be okay," Ryan promised. "Even if you never remember my name ever. That might be good though. Because now I can't get yelled at for not doing chores," he kidded, causing Kylie to punch him in the chest. He let out a laugh, which made his fiancé smile. "There's that beautiful smile I fell in love with," he whispered, wiping the rest of her tears away as she blushed. He pressed his lips against her smile. "We're gonna make it, alright?" he whispered against her ear.