*The title is a lyric that comes from the a-ha song "Did Anyone Approach You". It's not mine.*

"Oh," was the only sound Davy could muster.

"Yeah," Micky said softly, wiping his hair with a towel. It had started raining right as he was leaving the hospital. As if nature had known that something was wrong.

"I guess it makes sense. I had left the room for a minute a while ago. He acted like he hadn't seen me in forever." Davy sighed dejected, sitting down on the couch.

"I still don't get it." Peter frowned, looking down at his hands.

"Peter, it's um," Micky sat down beside Peter, who looked at him with worried eyes. He hated to have to explain it to him, again.

"You know how...well...you see, our brains are always taking in information, right? And then that information becomes memories. Well, that part that turns that information into memories, that part of Mike's brain doesn't work anymore. He can take stuff in, but it doesn't stick. Do you understand that, Peter?"

Peter nodded slowly, tears filling in his eyes.

"Will he forget about us?"

"No! No, he won't. Don't worry." He wrapped his arm around Peter and drew him close. "He remembers who he is and who we are and everything before it just fine. It's the new stuff he doesn't remember. Like we could go and jam with the Beatles, and it could be the greatest day of our lives, but he wouldn't remember it. It would be like it never happened in his mind. Does that make sense?"

Peter nodded again. He looked between Davy and Micky, a hopeful smile coming on his face.

"But he'll get better, though, right? He's a fighter."

Davy sighed and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, Peter, I-I don't know if he can get better."

Once the weight of that statement set in, Peter broke down. The other two quickly rushed to comfort him, whispering "it's okay." He furiously shook his head.

"No, it's not fair! Why does it have to be Mike? He's been through too much already."

"I-" Micky didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but begin to tear up as he watched his brother.

"You're right, Peter. It's not fair. And Mike doesn't deserve it, but it'll be okay. Things will all work out in the end; they always do. I promise, you'll see."

"Yeah, Peter. Don't worry about it." Davy agreed, but it was clear to Micky that he didn't believe that himself.

Peter pulled them both into a hug and smiled.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"Of course, Pete. There's no point in worrying about it all right now."

He nodded and slipped away, wiping his eyes.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed," Peter said after a little while. "I'm tired. Thank you, though."

"Okay, good night." Micky smiled as the blonde disappeared into the bedroom. Davy stayed on the couch, fiddling with his hands.

"I still think about it sometimes." He said once he made sure Peter couldn't hear. "I dream about it most of the time, too. It always ends the same, though."

"Davy," Micky sighed, "it's okay. It's not your fault."

"I know, I know. Everyone keeps saying that but-it's just that if it wasn't for me-"

"David, stop." Micky said sternly. "I know it looks bad, but it isn't your fault. Even if it was, I don't blame you. And Peter doesn't blame you. You had no way of knowing what would happen. And it's fine."

Davy nodded and smiled, starting to cry.

"Aw, come here." He wrapped an arm around the Brit, who rested his head on his shoulder.

"Hey, Micky?" Davy asked hesitantly after a few minutes. "I don't mean to be that person, but what are we going to do?"

Micky looked over at him, waiting for him to explain.

"I mean when Mike gets home. When we start doing gigs and stuff again. Or if we start doing gigs again."

"We're going to do the best we can." He said with a light laugh. Davy shot him a look; he wasn't joking. Micky sighed. "I don't know yet. Whatever we do, we're gonna do it together. Don't worry. I meant what I said to Peter. Things will work out. It'll all be fine."

"But how? I really want to believe you, Micky, but I don't."

"Well, we're going to adjust and move on. The sooner we can do that, the faster things will get better. We'll have each other so it'll all be okay."

Davy smiled and sighed, his head reclaiming its spot on Micky's shoulder.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We do all we can do at the moment. We wait."

*Wow, it looks like we've made it to the end. I can't believe how kind and supportive all of you have been towards a story written by someone who's never written more than school essays before. There is one chapter of the sequel out already. It's called "Isolation" and if you can't tell by the title and cover, it's going to be intense. But anyway, this one is over and thank you for reading. Tusen takk alle sammen, og jeg håper dere likte den! -LacklusterMe*