A/N: Thanks for the comments: Funkyicecube, Erin McKinley, KayKay2007, Tommy4eva, Duddley111, jackjackio, and pixiestix16.Those had to be thebest quality comments I've ever had...
And it is actually possible to lose your sense of touch, but it's a little more complicated than how I'm writing my story. If you were to lose your sense of touch, you'd actually also be losing your sense of proprioception, which is a 6th sense to all people. 'Proprioception is the sense of position of parts of the body, relative to other neighboring parts of the body.' And if you'd like more information on this subject google 'Why can't this man feel?'
And now for the next part--
Tommy looked between the two of them, a look of confusion stamped across his face. As Francesca exited the room, closing the door behind her, Tommy echoed her last word.
"Baby?" he asked, baffled. "I'm missing something right?"
Kwest laughed, and took the now vacated seat beside Tom's bed.He quickly filled him on his new relationship with Francesca. He even included the story of how he had officially asked her out after a couple of months of them flirting around with each other at the studio.
"Actually Liam said he'd terminate my contract if I didn't ask her out," Kwest laughed.
"Liam? When did he become so much less of an ass wipe?" Tommy shook his head, disbelievingly.
"Since he and Sadie got married about a year and half ago."
Tommy's eyes bulged out of their sockets as he repeated what Kwest had said. "Sadie. Liam. Married?"
"Shocked the hell out of everyone…they have a 3 month old little girl too," Kwest grinned, flipping his wallet out.
The next half hour the two tried to fit in the last two years. Kwest sharing with him various wallet-sized photographs and the memories that went along with them. Tommy stared at each of the pictures, studying the each one ritually before moving on to the next photo.
Two years? He thought to himself as he looked at the pictures of his friends living life. Living life without him…nothing stopped for me?Nothing waited for me...
Tommy sighed, continuing to glance over the few photos from Kwest's wallet, listening to his friend's stories.
"She went in to labor at Mason's album release party?" Tommy smirked. I wish I could have been there to see that.
"Yes," Kwest laughed, shaking his head. "She was supposed to be on bed rest anyone, but you know Sadie--she doesn't listen to authoritative figures very well. That's not even the worse part of the night though…"
Tommy listened, quietly to the story of getting Sadie to the hospital during the labor and how she almost delivered Layla in the backseat of a Darius's limousine.
As Tommy listened to more and more memories—things he had missed out on, he began to grow more and more disheartened because life had in fact moved on without him.
Kwest sensing the slight change of their whole joking and reminiscent conversation, frowned as Tommy stared absentmindedly out the window. He quietly gathered back up the photographs littering the bed, and placed them back in his wallet.
"Two years?" Tommy murmured, still glancing out the window. "I wonder why God even decided to wake me up…"
"Because we need you man," Kwest responded solemnly, after a moment of silence. "You have no idea how much I've—how much we've all missed you man."
Tommy scoffed, and let out a bitter laugh. "I can tell."
Kwest bit his tongue, not wanting to sound too judgmental. Perhaps his friend needed a moment to drown in self-pity. If he were in Tommy's shoes he had no clue how he'd take it.
"It's true man…nothing's been the same without you…" Kwest muttered, finding sudden interest in the shoes on his feet.
Tommy cleared his throat trying to find a way to redirect their conversation back down the friendlier, shallower end. "So what's been up with Jamie and Kat?"
"Jamie's building his way up in the music industry—he's one of the newest scouts for Instant Star. Kat has her own fashion line…and they're both engaged."
"Engaged to who?"
"Engaged to each other."
Tommy's eyebrows shot up in the air. "What?"
"For 2 months now." Kwest allowed him a moment to get over the initial shock. "Kat and Sadie are starting to plan the wedding, but yet they've already changed the date 3 times. The latest date being June 3rd."
Tommy shook his head, faking a smile, trying to hide his returning gloominess. "And Jude? Liyah, you know the nurse, was telling me that she wasn't singing anymore."
Kwest glanced at him quickly before focusing his attention back on his wallet in his hand. He shrugged and flashed a smile. "No she hasn't recorded a thing since we finished up her junior album."
"Why?" Tommy asked, exasperated.
"Her inspiration was gone," Kwest swallowed.
Tommy looked at him uncertainly. "Jude can make music on her own…she was outgrowing me quickly."
"Yeah. Right, Tommy," Kwest scoffed. "Jude already said what she wanted to say with her first two albums, I honestly think she was just continuing her music career for the both of you."
"What are you talking about Kwest? Jude loves making music…"
"Jude loves making music with you."
"You make it sound like we had a relationship," Tommy laughed.
Kwest looked at him bewildered. "What do you mean 'like' you had a relationship?"
It was Tommy's turn to look baffled as Kwest explained the night they had spent together a couple of years ago. Tommy listened as Kwest detailed the milestones in he and Jude's relationship every since her 16th birthday.
"You really don't remember any of this," Kwest prodded, looking at Tommy in disbelief. He couldn't figure out how he was apparently blocking out the most important moments of his life—the one's involving the intimate moments with Jude.
"I remember the 16th birthday thing, I even remember the 17th birthday thing, but I don't remember," he paused, shaking his head. "I don't remember any thing close to the accident." He realized. "And what about Diane? Why would I sleep with Jude if I was serious about Diane?"
"You and Diane broke up," Kwest stated quickly.
"No we didn't."
"You did," Kwest said slowly, nodding his head. Trust me.
"You're sure?" Tommy asked, trying to shake all the jumble of emotions he was feeling.
"You broke up alright." Thank God.
"Why?"
"Um, you two just weren't compatible." Kwest euphemized.
"What?" Tommy laughed, incredulously. "I actually talked to her earlier this morning--"
"You did?" Kwest interrupted.
"Not really, but Liyah tried to get in contact with her earlier, but she's doing another one of her mission trips to Africa. Basically unreachable for a while."
Kwest let out a breath that he hadn't noticed he had been holding. "Oh, so you haven't been able to contact her?"
"No," Tommy shook his head.
A nurse knocked and entered the room.
"Hi, Mr. Quincy?" the woman greeted, glancing from Kwest to Tommy.
"That's Mr. Quincy," Kwest replied, quickly, standing up and moving over to the window seat.
Tommy looked at him curiously, before focusing his attention back to the tall, manly-looking, strawberry blonde at his side.
"I'm going to be your physical therapist…" she grimaced, cracking her knuckles followed by her neck.