Author's Note: Wow. I would have never expected this story to do so well. You guys are seriously amazing! I really hope you continue with all your reviewing. You're absolutely wonderful. Hehe.

So, yes. If you weren't confused before, I get that all of you are confused now. Haha. Don't worry. Things are just going to get more and more confusing before they finally start making sense. Trust me - I'm practically confused right now!

Here's a little hint: Pay close attention to little details, or you may miss something.

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Chapter Two: You Started Screaming Blue Murder

Nathan frowned, staring at the ceiling. Had life always been so difficult? He was struggling to remember anything that would give him even a tiny clue as to what his life had become.

He could hardly remember himself being happy. Granted, his last memory consisted of him being annoyed at his brother who was now suddenly dead, so that didn't give him much of a clue as to his emotions. But he now wondered if he'd ever been happy.

After Lucas had died, had he and Brooke been happy together? Or was this all some kind of twisted game? Her words echoed through his mind, and he felt his frown deepen. What the hell had that woman been talking about?

And what was with no one believing him? Brooke, and then that Haley woman. Who was she? He brought a hand to his face. She'd certainly been warmer than Brooke had been.

Had he been having an affair? Clearly. Haley had kissed him. But then she'd disappeared almost instantly after. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe she had never been there.

Nathan sighed, running a hand through his short locks. He needed to get some information on what had been going on. He wondered if he had any friends that would know.

There was a knock at the door, and someone entered immediately afterwards, not waiting to hear his response.

"Hey, Mr. Scott." The man speaking looked to be some sort of male nurse. He wore a blue t-shirt and matching blue pants, and looked to be about Nathan's age. His hair was curly and brown, and his eyes matched his hair.

"Who are you?" Now, this man looked to be a male nurse, but knowing his luck, Nathan assumed he was his lover of two months, or something fucked up like that.

"I'm Jake. I'm here to take you to get your MRI." Nathan nodded, but winced mentally. He'd never gotten an MRI before, but he knew what it was; some sort of head x-ray.

"Do I have to sit in the wheelchair?"

"Yeah, you do. Sorry." Jake shrugged as if it were no big deal. Nathan realized he would clearly not be getting sympathy from him.

"This is so degrading." He made a face as he took a seat in the chair, arms crossed over his chest, pout fastened securely over his features.

"Dude, at least when people ask what you do, you don't have to say 'male nurse'."

Dammit. How could Nathan beat that? "Yeah, whatever."

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They traveled down the hallways of the hospital, and Nathan took comfort in seeing other sick people. Whether they had bandages wrapped around their heads, or casts on their legs and arms, he liked knowing that he wasn't the only one with an injury.

"You know," Jake said suddenly, interrupting Nathan's thoughts, "I've never met a famous person before. Until today."

"Yeah? Who'd you meet?" He was completely uninterested. To him, famous people were just people. The end.

"You."

"Me." He repeated, laughing.

"Yeah. I mean, granted, it's not like you're some big celebrity or anything, but you are famous. I always see articles about you in the newspaper and stuff."

"It's just 'cause my dad. And I played college basketball." Nathan shrugged, rolling his eyes. He wasn't a celebrity, he was the son of a celebrity.

"Whatever, man. You're the closest thing I've ever gotten to a celebrity, then."

As they neared the MRI room, Nathan noticed that Jake seemed to talk a lot. Many of the things he had to say were fairly interesting, but he could hardly concentrate. Everything in the world seemed so unimportant when he had all of his own issues to deal with.

It seemed like they'd been walking (or rather, wheeling, in Nathan's case) forever by the time they finally reached the room. It seemed to be semi-circular, and in the center was a large machine Nathan assumed was the MRI machine. There was a little bed type thing in which Nathan knew he'd be expected to lay, while they pushed him backwards, so that his head could be photographed.

He sighed as Jake helped him up and into the first part of the contraption. There were straps that were meant to secure his head, shoulders, chest, arms, wrists, and ankles.

"Are these things really necessary?" Nathan shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah. They're just so you don't move."

"You know," Jake spoke as he strapped him up. "I've never actually really spoken to someone that has lost their memory, in all the years I've been here."

"Let me guess. Until now?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. So, what's it like?"

"Kind of fucked up. I have no idea who my wife is or why she's pissed off at me." He managed a shrug, despite the straps.

"You know what I've heard?" Jake pushed the bed thing backwards the slightest bit. "Once people lose their memory, or have like, "short term memory loss" they're never the same. A lot of memories don't come back for years, and usually only come back after a traumatic event."

"Your name's Jake, right?"

"Guilty as charged."

"Okay. Tell me something, Jake. Are you trying to freak me out?"

He laughed, shaking his head as he pushed the bed until Nathan's head was completely under the MRI machine. "No. See, if I was trying to freak you out, I'd just tell you of all the kinds of cancers these machines can cause."

"Thanks," Nathan tried to nod, but found the strap across his forehead prevented him from doing so. "That makes me feel a whole lot better."

"Alright," Jake gestured towards the machine. "This is how it works. You just need to keep your head like it's positioned, and close your eyes, because the light from the flash could hurt them if you don't. Someone will come in once you're all finished."

"Okay."

Jake waved as he left the room, shutting the door.

Nathan lay there, sighing uncomfortably. He had a feeling he was semi-claustrophobic, as being here right now made him feel strange. And then suddenly-

"Oh. Shit." His nose twitched.

Sure that he heard the door open, Nathan attempted to look around without moving his head. "Hey! Hey, is someone there? Uh, wow. This is really embarrassing, but I have a really bad itch. Uh.."

His nose twitched once more, and he suddenly saw a man in blue scrubs walking towards him. It was seconds before he noticed the needle in the man's hands.

"Who are you? What the fuck are you doing with that?"

The man said nothing as he neared Nathan, flicking the needle with his middle and index fingers, as if testing it before use.

"Hey! What the fuck? Get the fuck away from me! Help! Somebody! Fuck!" He squirmed, but it was to no avail.

The lock on the door suddenly shifted, and the mysterious man standing over him looked up, running to hide himself behind the door, just as it flew open.

Doctor Roe walked in, followed by a blonde, curly-haired nurse Nathan recognized from around the hospital.

"Doctor Roe, Doctor Roe! Some guy just tried to fucking kill me!"

"Nathan," He spoke calmly, "We were watching you on the monitors. You just suddenly started screaming."

"Look behind the door! Look behind the fucking door! He's waiting! He's right there!" Nathan yelled frantically, trying to release himself.

"Calm down, son. There's no one behind the door."

"Yes, there is! Please! Just look behind the door!" Neither the nurse or doctor made any attempt towards the door. "Are you fucking kidding me? Look behind the fucking door! He's going to kill me!"

"Nathan, please calm down. I promise you, there's no one behind that door."

"Fine! Look behind the door anyway!"

Doctor Roe sighed. "Nathan.."

"What? If you know there's no one behind the door, then look! Just to prove to me that there isn't."

The doctor shook his head. "Ms. Sawyer, please watch over him for a moment. I'll be right back."

Now it was just Nathan and the nurse. She looked down at him awkwardly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"This thing is really uncomfortable," He said calmly, "Could you at least let me get one of my arms out?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scott." She shook her head.

"Please? Just one arm. One wrist."

Hesitantly, the nurse reached over to his left arm, removing the strap from his wrist. Frowning, he reached his arm over, removing the straps from his wrist and arm, then his head, chest, and finally his left arm. Sitting up, he removed the straps from his feet.

The nurse stood back, crossing her arms over her chest as he hopped off the bed, walking towards the door.

"You'll see." He said. He'd kept his eyes on the door the entire time both the doctor and nurse had been inside the room, and there was no way the asshole had moved.

He hesitated for a second, before pulling the door shut, jumping back.

The nurse shook her head, and Nathan frowned.

There was no one there.

"No," He shook his head. "No. I swear to God. He was right there. I saw him with my own eyes."

Nathan looked back towards where the nurse stood. She looked at him as if he were insane, and he frowned, running a hand through his hair.

Was it possible? Was he going insane?

No. No. The man had simply gotten away. He didn't know how, but he had.

And Nathan was determined to find out exactly how.