Chapter 1
"Will he ever wake up?"
"Miss Brady, it is very likely that William is going to wake up."
"His eyes are opening. He's waking up!"
He didn't know where he was. A bright light was shining in his eyes and a dull ache resonated throughout his body. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"He's trying to speak!"
"Will, you have a tube down your throat to help you breath. I can take it out now, okay?"
He nodded.
"One, two, three."
He could feel the tube sliding up and out of his throat and suddenly he was wracked with painful, dry coughs.
"Take some deep breaths. Good, good. How are you feeling Will?"
"Who's Will?" he rasped.
He could finally make out the faces of the adults surrounding him. A doctor, obviously. A blonde woman, probably in her mid-twenties, and a dark-haired man, around the same age. The shock and worry was evident on their faces.
"Who's Will?" he repeated.
"Oh my god, does he have amnesia?"
"Well Sami it looks that way."
The dark-haired man finally spoke. Will looked at both of them, trying to place their features, but he couldn't.
"Who are you? What happened?" he questioned. "Who am I?"
"Your name is Will Roberts and I'm your mother, Sami Brady, and this is your father, Lucas Roberts. You don't remember us at all?" the blonde woman asked sadly.
"I'm sorry, but I don't," he shook his head.
He could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Excuse me a minute."
The woman rushed quickly out the door. The man, Mr. Roberts, looked torn between following...Miss Brady...and staying with, well, his son.
"Why don't you go see if you can calm her down, I'll stay here and ask Will a few questions," the doctor suggested.
Mr. Roberts nodded gratefully and quickly exited the room.
"So, Will. Do you remember the accident?" The doctor pulled up a chair close to his bed.
"No, I don't remember anything at all, is this permanent?" he asked frantically.
"It's probably temporary, but you did take a pretty nasty fall. Your parents said that they were in the apartment—"
"Yelling," he interrupted without thinking.
"You remember?"
"I remember screaming, arguing," he furrowed his eyebrows trying to form memories from the distorted pictures, feelings, and sounds in his brain.
"Is that all?" The doctor glanced back at Miss Brady and Mr. Roberts, who had reappeared at the door.
He nodded and yawned widely.
"Why don't you get some rest, we'll talk when you wake up," the doctor smiled reassuringly and led Miss Brady and Mr. Roberts out the door.