Chapter 19
They all got very excited around a confused William.
"How are you, honey? Are you feeling okay? Are you in pain?"
"Yeah. . . Fine. . . Who are you?"
"I'm your aunt, hun, and this is your uncle. That's Buffy, your girlfriend."
William looked at them for a moment and then turned his head away.
"I don't know any of you."
His aunt almost burst in tears, his uncle didn't say a word and Buffy felt like she broke up with a boyfriend all over again. She went in search of a doctor, who could tell her what this all meant. Doctor Phillis immediately came along with her to the room.
"Hello Mr. Carrington, glad to see you awake."
William didn't answer, he just watched the doctor check his card.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good, just a bit of pain."
"Your girlfriend tells me that you don't recognize your aunt and uncle. Nothing is familiar to you?"
"No."
"We're going to let you rest. Would you come with me?" Doctor Phillis asked them. The four of them left the room and immediately the mood was a tad darker.
"I think that blow on the head when he fell caused temporary amnesia. I first have to examin it further, but I'm pretty sure."
"Is it normal that he acts like this?"
"You can never say how a patient acts to amnesia. William reacts quite aggressive, it's a way of rejecting the amnesia."
William was angry at everyone and everything. What did his aunt and uncle think they were? Sitting at his bed like they really cared for him. Where had they been on that night when he was shot? At home, in their bed. . . Why did they let him stay out so late? And he couldn't move his soddin' legs!
"Bloody hell." He whispered. He felt so helpless. . .
This helplessness resulted in silence. He didn't say a damn thing, even if the doctors begged him to. He helped the nurses to take care of him where he could, he was not about to punish those people for his situation.
One day, a few weeks after his hospitalisation, the young girl that called herself his girlfriend entered the room.
"Hello Will, how are you?" She gently asked.
"Fine, I guess."
"Oh, so you decided to say something. I thought you would never speak another word."
"Hm."
"What happened to you, Will? You used to be so. . . fun to be around, you talked so much. . . Where is that guy?"
"He's been shot."
"You don't know how sorry I am about that."
"I don't care how sorry you are, I don't know you."
"What a horrible thing to say." She said with tears in her eyes. William didn't even flinch.
"When can you go home?"
"I don't know."
She wanted to sit down, but his words held her back.
"I'd like it if you just went away."
"I only want to help."
"Just sod off!" He yelled as hard as he could.
Buffy sprinted out of the room and almost ran into Williams aunt and uncle. They curiously watched her and knew that it was Williams fault again, for the umphteenth time. His aunt walked into the room.
"How dare you!"
"Be a bit careful, dear, he is still recovering."
"Careful? He's well enough to insult a person that cares for him! Is this the way you were raised?"
"How should I know? I don't remember!"
"Stop playing, William. The doctor has said there is no brain damage, you hurt your head just slightly by hitting the ground."
"I can shout to whoever the bloody hell I want. And I don't want to see all of you. Why don't you just leave me alone?"
"Because we love you, honey."
"Don't love me then. . . Go away."
He turned his head and his aunt and uncle had no choice but to leave him be. They weren't prepared to give up on their nephew.
They all got very excited around a confused William.
"How are you, honey? Are you feeling okay? Are you in pain?"
"Yeah. . . Fine. . . Who are you?"
"I'm your aunt, hun, and this is your uncle. That's Buffy, your girlfriend."
William looked at them for a moment and then turned his head away.
"I don't know any of you."
His aunt almost burst in tears, his uncle didn't say a word and Buffy felt like she broke up with a boyfriend all over again. She went in search of a doctor, who could tell her what this all meant. Doctor Phillis immediately came along with her to the room.
"Hello Mr. Carrington, glad to see you awake."
William didn't answer, he just watched the doctor check his card.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good, just a bit of pain."
"Your girlfriend tells me that you don't recognize your aunt and uncle. Nothing is familiar to you?"
"No."
"We're going to let you rest. Would you come with me?" Doctor Phillis asked them. The four of them left the room and immediately the mood was a tad darker.
"I think that blow on the head when he fell caused temporary amnesia. I first have to examin it further, but I'm pretty sure."
"Is it normal that he acts like this?"
"You can never say how a patient acts to amnesia. William reacts quite aggressive, it's a way of rejecting the amnesia."
William was angry at everyone and everything. What did his aunt and uncle think they were? Sitting at his bed like they really cared for him. Where had they been on that night when he was shot? At home, in their bed. . . Why did they let him stay out so late? And he couldn't move his soddin' legs!
"Bloody hell." He whispered. He felt so helpless. . .
This helplessness resulted in silence. He didn't say a damn thing, even if the doctors begged him to. He helped the nurses to take care of him where he could, he was not about to punish those people for his situation.
One day, a few weeks after his hospitalisation, the young girl that called herself his girlfriend entered the room.
"Hello Will, how are you?" She gently asked.
"Fine, I guess."
"Oh, so you decided to say something. I thought you would never speak another word."
"Hm."
"What happened to you, Will? You used to be so. . . fun to be around, you talked so much. . . Where is that guy?"
"He's been shot."
"You don't know how sorry I am about that."
"I don't care how sorry you are, I don't know you."
"What a horrible thing to say." She said with tears in her eyes. William didn't even flinch.
"When can you go home?"
"I don't know."
She wanted to sit down, but his words held her back.
"I'd like it if you just went away."
"I only want to help."
"Just sod off!" He yelled as hard as he could.
Buffy sprinted out of the room and almost ran into Williams aunt and uncle. They curiously watched her and knew that it was Williams fault again, for the umphteenth time. His aunt walked into the room.
"How dare you!"
"Be a bit careful, dear, he is still recovering."
"Careful? He's well enough to insult a person that cares for him! Is this the way you were raised?"
"How should I know? I don't remember!"
"Stop playing, William. The doctor has said there is no brain damage, you hurt your head just slightly by hitting the ground."
"I can shout to whoever the bloody hell I want. And I don't want to see all of you. Why don't you just leave me alone?"
"Because we love you, honey."
"Don't love me then. . . Go away."
He turned his head and his aunt and uncle had no choice but to leave him be. They weren't prepared to give up on their nephew.