"How was the operation doctor? Will she be alright?"

"Well, it's hard to say at this moment, but one thing is for sure, she won't be able to walk for a while… that's if she ever walks again. But even if she survives through this operation, it's not likely that she will be unscathed… in other ways… But her head injuries will heal in no time." He replied.

Milliardo shook his head, and sighed. He had cried so much in the past 7 hours that he felt he didn't have any more tears left to shed.

His poor sister… Heero would pay dearly for this. Because of him, Relena would possibly never walk again, be emotionally wounded, and what about any other permanent scars? All this time he had trusted Heero with his sister's life, and this is what he had gone and done. The arse hole! He kicked the plastic blue chair that he had been sitting on moments earlier.

The doctor just stared in shock at how one of the most powerful men of the country was behaving.

"Okay doctor. Thank you for all you've done for… us."

And with that, turned around and walked to the lavatory where he could cry without fearing anyone seeing him in this state.

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Heero wiped away a last tear and stood up from the old rocking chair in the abandoned apartment he and Relena had shared before he had 'left'.

He fell to the floor, his legs no longer being able to support his body weight.

God, he was so unbelievably hungry.

He hadn't been himself lately. Far too emotional… but that's how being with Relena effected him. And he wasn't sure he hated himself for that.

After finally realising he couldn't get up, he used this chance to think about how he would get into the hospital without anyone noticing him. It would be a little difficult considering it was a private hospital with guards positioned at every entrance, but maybe he could climb through a window.

It was okay if Milliardo saw him, after all, he did know that he was alive, and he didn't know that it was his fault that Relena fell off the cliff.

He had already thought about what he would do if the other pilots were there, hide. He had no other choice. He just had to see Relena. Or maybe this was the perfect time to let the others know that he was alive… Maybe.

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"Argh…" A young girl moaned him a dark private hospital room.

No one deserved to go through this much goddamned pain! It felt as though about 100 knives were being stabbed into her at the same time. Kind of like when you dive into a swimming pool and you hit you chest first on the surface.

She sighed. Why wasn't there anyway by her side? Holding her hand, or at least lying by her bed….

But…?? What? Who… what? How did she get here? She couldn't remember anything!

In extreme shock and frustration, she did the only thing she could do without using any of her limbs. She screamed.

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Milliardo woke up with a start.

A scream! Whose scream?…

"Relena!"

He knocked on the door a few times, but realising she probably couldn't hear him anyway, opened the door.

"Relena!" He yelled once more.

She stopped yelling immediately.

Well, a man… a young man, around in his 20's only a little older than her-she assumed she was around 20 anyway- with striking platinum blond hair which poured down majestically to his waist. She just stared. She found that she didn't know exactly how to react in a situation like this.

"Relena? Are you okay, dear sister?"

Sister? Okay, so, she had a brother… shocking? No, she didn't feel shocked… what was she feeling? Well… like she didn't actually care! She found herself thinking of whether they'd been close, but she assumed that if they were she wouldn't feel this way.

He finally walked across the room over to her bed a little shakily, paused and suddenly embraced her, tears streaming down his face.

Relena, unable to do anything else whilst being 'clutched' by this overly emotional –and quite handsome she had to admit- man, put her arms around him, but not exactly hugging him.

He however noticed this, and pulled back slightly, gazing intently into her bright blue orbs.

"Relena, are you okay? What on earth is the matter with you?"

Relena noticing that she had to unfortunately speak, pondered for a few seconds about what she should say- and came to the conclusion that it was best just to start easy and simple.

"Um… I'm fine…I'm sorry… but um…" Okay, out with it damnit! "I don't actually now who you are… I mean, I know that supposedly you're my brother and everything… but"

She stopped, blushing furiously. –Why was she feeling like this? He was handsome, she had to admit, but this was pretty embarrassing in front of her brother.

He pulled back completely, as his cheeks seemed to redden slightly.

Milliardo felt drained… she couldn't…. couldn't remember! Argh! No! He felt the urge just to kick something, but still, the full meaning of this hadn't hit him yet. And he was also feeling a little embarrassed at the way his sister was acting around him- but it wasn't her fault she couldn't remember anything! But he just couldn't help but blush anyway.

Uneasiness filled the room.

Okay, so, say something you idiot. You look like a fool in front of your brother… say something, anything. – Okay, fine apart from the lines 'you're really fit.'

"Sorry, could I please have a glass of water, um… sir?"

He glanced at her, noticed that she had said something and finally actually realised what she had said.

"Huh? Oh, right, yes of course. Call me Milliardo. I'm your brother Relena… don't be embarrassed…" He smiled at her kind heartily. With a last glance, and a nod, he left the room.

She began to wonder how smart he looked… he also seemed quite posh by the way he talked actually. What kind of family had she been raised up in? By the looks of the suit that he had been wearing, and the room that she was in, it seemed as though they had a lot of money. Private hospital, tailor made suits. She couldn't wait to see her house- if she had one.

And what about her parents? Shouldn't her mother be with her at a time like this? Or… what? Was there a possibility that she didn't have any parents? That thought actually seemed quite… familiar. After all she thought miserably, if she did have parents, she was certain they would have been with her now.

She sighed sadly. She must have had an awfully miserable and lonely life.

She was diverted suddenly from her trail of thought by a soft clicking noise coming from the other side of the large white room. What was it? Was the lock being tampered with?

And another man entered. He looked about at her age, with messy chocolate brown hair, with the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen.

He stopped in the middle of the room, neither of them saying a word. For some strange reason, Relena didn't feel the need to… well, be afraid of him, or even ask him who he was. She was content with just sitting there and gazing adorably up at his young face that seemed to be filled with a century's worth of pain and exhaustion.  Milliardo seemed quite strained too. She wondered if all of her friends looked so pained and stressed like they did. She began to dread the thought of getting her memory back. Her old life appeared to be filled with nothing but pain- finally, something she was sure of.  She was absolutely sure that her life before had been an utter hell, and wasn't worth going back to. Perhaps she shouldn't get attached to all her old friends. Start a new life. With no adversity. She didn't care. She wasn't afraid to begin a new life, somewhere far away.

"Relena…" He whispered.

Why did people always say her name like that? With so much… well… respect, and love. Too much love. Which meant to many weaknesses. No weaknesses. No pain. No distractions.

"Relena," he repeated. Just him saying her name again though sent a chill down her spine, and she found herself melting under his intense… glare at her.

She though, once again, had no idea how to reply to this.

"Yes? …I'm sorry, but I really have no idea who you are. Or what you're doing here. I'm… Relena, were you a friend of mine?"

The man had slowly started to walk over to her, but immediately froze when he heard her say those words… 'I really have no idea who you are…'

What was this? Some kind of cruel sick joke? Was she in denial? Did she completely and utterly refuse to believe that he was alive? Or had the fall been so terrible… that she had amnesia?  Yes, it had to be Amnesia. Relena would never be so sadistic.

He looked deeply into her pale blue eyes meaningfully as though he was willing her to remember, wishing, hoping… and suddenly saw her sit-up, rigid, and looking spaced out. He walked over to her and held her arms tightly yet trying to be gentle.

"Relena!" He shook her gently. "Relena, talk to me, are you all right?"

She remained like that for a few seconds, which seemed like eternity before she finally relaxed.

Her eyes came back into focus, but now seemingly filled with tears…

Their gazes finally locked, and he saw some part of the old Relena in there… but just for a split second. She opened her mouth to say something… but couldn't… and tried again…

"Heero…"

He let go of her… utterly shocked, and a sudden rush of euphoria threatened to over-come him. And nothing mattered anymore. She remembered. That was all he needed to go on. She was his strength. And with that, ran back over to her and began sobbing on her shoulder. He felt her warm hands rap around him, as though protecting him from all the horrors of his past with her newly established innocence… and just wanted to stay like that forever and ever. And he didn't even care about the 'clichéness' of his thoughts. He didn't care at all…

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