DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WINX CLUB.

I hope this story is still worth continuing...?

Stella stood still for a moment, blinking in shock at what just happened. She sat up and rubbed her head. It only took her a split second to scream in livid horror at the sight before her.

"NOOOOO!" she cried out as she stood up and raced over to the still body on the road. Her knees gave away as she fell on to the hard, paved floor with a thud. Tears rapidly rolled down her cheeks in buckets when she saw Brandon lying still in a pool of his own blood. "B-Brand?" she gasped while shaking him slowly. "BRANDON!" she cried, begging for him to make any kind of movement.

"No, no, no! Please! Please!" she cried desperately as she cradled his head into her lap. She stared at his motionless body with horror before shakily taking out her phone. Her body racked with choked sobs as her fingers shook. She dialled 911 as fast as she could with shaking fingers.

"PLEASEEEE! There's been an accident!" Stella cried into the phone and yelled out the emergency. She started to cry rapidly. Time moved impossibly and painfully slow for her as she prayed for the ambulance to get here soon.

She looked around and saw the car which hit him was currently wrapped around a tree. She sobbed violently and glared hatefully at the unconsciuos driver. Her body shook uncontrollably when she realized that Brandon's injury was pouring out from his head.

"Pleaseeeee! Please be okay!" she wept desperately. She'll do anything! ANYTHING! The tears didn't stop flowing nor did give any indication of stopping any time soon. "Please don't go. Please don't leave me!" she cried as she clutched his shirt for dear life.

The familiar sound of roaring alarms along with red and blue revolving lights poured a little bit of hope into her. The paramedics moved quickly as they gently lifted Brandon's heavily injured and unconsciuos body onto a stretcher. One of them stopped to ask Stella what had happened. She answered their questions as best as she could while sobbing heartbrokenly.

She got into the ambulance and cried. She looked at her hands and saw the blood stains. "Dear God...please let him be okay! PLEASE!" she cried as she held onto his hands tightly.

~ Presbyterian University Hospital - 3:45 AM ~

Stella's body shuddered helplessly from all the crying she's been doing for the two hours. Her eyes turned puffy and red as she continued to sob endlessly. It was HER fault. If he had just let her take the hit...he would've been...

He would've been okay! But NO, she had to be in the way! Stella sobbed violently as she sat restively on the hospital waiting chairs. Her heart belligerently thundered against her racing chest while her head started to ache from the agonizing pain.

The doctors immediately rushed him to the operating theater when they got here. She felt sick to her stomach when she remembered them distinctly speaking about the seriousness of the wound. He apparently suffered the full blow to the head while the rest of his body sustained less critical injuries. His ribs were fractured but they'd heal with a little rest and relaxation. If he woke up, that is.

She cried while desperately praying and hoping against hope for him to be okay and well. The doctors that disappeared hours ago still hadn't come out.

"Stella!" a familiar voice interrupted her momentarily as she looked up with strength. A little hope flooded her nerves momentarily. She continued to sob as she watched Nabu, Layla, Riven, and Musa run through the bustling hallways towards her.

She cried into her hands, her heart beating sick with worry and anxiety. The four halted just in front of the heartbroken blonde. Musa and Layla sat beside her while Nabu and Riven crouched in front of her.

"Brandon's parents on their way. They'll be here soon," Nabu informed, making Stella nod.

"Brandon's a strong man. He's gonna be okay, Stell," Musa comforted while tears brimming her own eyes at her friend's plight. She didn't even want to think about what would happen to Stella if something went wrong.

When the blonde called her friends in a heartbroken plight, they all stopped whatever the hell they were doing and instantly hopped on the nearest available flight. Stella sadly smiled at them but the smile broke as more sobs took its place.

"It's all my fault," Stella whispered. "I was in the way and now...he's fighting for his life because of me..." she spoke while shutting her eyes tightly.

"It's no one's fault but the driver's. Brandon's a good man. He'll come out of the surgery soon enough, Stell," Riven spoke comfortingly.

"That's right. He's gonna be okay, Stel," Layla repeated while Nabu rubbed her back gently. No one even wanted to entertain the possibility that Brandon might die. It was too big of a price to pay for an accidental hit and run case. He constituted of one of the corner stones of their friendship. Without him, every one, especially Stella, would fall apart.

"Did you have anything?" Riven asked.

The blonde shook her head madly. "I'm not hungry," she whispered tiredly. "I need to stay here."

"No, come on. You need to have something for energy," he ordered while standing up and taking her hand. She complained but Riven wasn't having it. Instead, he took her by the shoulders before gently ushering her shuddering form away. She'll go insane if she stayed here for too long.

Musa and Layla put their heads into their hands while Nabu sat between them, where Stella just sat. They all shared the same amount of worry for their friend, but of course, it wasn't as profound and deep as Stella's. Tears swirled their eyes while they prayed for their friend's recovery.

Musa suddenly gasped and stood up immediately when she saw the doctor coming out of the room with a neutral expression. It frightened them to no end as the three ran towards him. "How is he? Is he okay?! Please tell us he's okay!"

The surgeon looked a little tired. It had been a long night for all of them and every one needed their rest. "He suffered an injury directly on his head so we need to observe him for a while before confirming anything affirmative. But, we stopped the bleeding and he's out of danger." A moment later, the doctor smiled. "He'll need to rest a lot, but he's going to be alright," he smiled in reassurance.

They took a deep breath as tears of relief seeped from the girls' eyes while Nabu held his 'manly' tears in. "Can we...can we see him?" Nabu asked.

"Yes, of course. He's going to wake up soon," the doctor replied with a smile.

The doctor wasn't even able to finish his sentence before the three disappeared into the room. He shook his head with a satisfied smile as he went to go get some coffee. Being a doctor is exhausting.

But it sure as hell is worth it, he smiled to himself just like he always did at every successful surgery.

~ Presbyterian University Hospital - 4:15 AM ~

NOOO!

A despair scream was the last thing Brandon remembered before blacking out completely. He felt a throbbing pain in his chest as well as on his head. He focused on opening his eyes although they felt heavier than steel. He groaned lowly when he felt light shining on his closed eyelids, a sign of him regaining full control of his conscious.

His eyes fluttered slightly open before they started to blink rapidly. He opened his eyes slowly and was a little taken aback by a series of excited and relieved voices. Seconds later, his eyes opened wide awake as he slowly looked around the room and saw the faces of his friends.

A nurse ushered her way in at seeing the awake brunette. She monitored his vitals.

Letting her do her job, they all gave her plenty of room.

"Hey, guys," he greeted with a tired little wave and a weak smile.

"BRANDON, YOU ASS!" Musa scolded while hugging him.

He hissed at the pain shooting up in his body when Musa hugged him. "Dude!" he nodded at Nabu to get this girl off of him.

Nabu chuckled and gently pulled Musa away who grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," she crossed her arms.

"Nice to see you happy and safe, man," Nabu smiled at his friend while patting his back lightly.

"Where the heck is Riven?!" Musa looked at the doorway, wondering what was taking them so long.

"My baby!" a weeping voice rushed desperately into the room with another set of running footsteps following behind. Heather and Lucas Shields made their way to their only son and hugged him.

The handsome brunette smiled at his parents. "I'm fine, you guys," he informed them while hugging them back.

He was really happy to see all of them but something didn't seem right. They all looked as if they just aged many years in a single day.

"What happened? Where in the world am I?" he asked while curiously looking around the hospital room.

"Guess you don't remember, but you were in an accident," Heather smiled tearily, elated that her son is alive and breathing well.

"Oh," he mumbled. He really didn't remember any of that. "What was I doing there in the first place?" he yawned while rubbing his head gently. He winced at the pain as he let his hands fall into his lap.

Musa laughed. "Beats us. You and Stella were out eating ice-"

"Stella? Who the hell is Stella?" Brandon asked in confusion.

The room fell in hushed silence. They all didn't know what to say to that. "Hello! Stella is your wife, you idiot," Layla waved her hands dramatically into his face. "Did the driver hit you that hard that you can't remember a thing?"

Brandon's eyes widened. "W-WIFE!?" he stuttered. "I c-c-can't have a wife! I'm o-only eighteen!"

The five of them looked at each other. Nabu gulped and stepped immediately outside to go and fetch the doctor.

"Brandon...you're...twenty six," Musa said slowly while looking at him worriedly. "If you're joking...it's really going too far."

"...Excuse me?!" he yelled incredulously while looking at his hands in shock and wonder.

"You're twenty six. You've been married for two years now," Lucas informed slowly.

All four of them looked downright uncomfortable and worried.

Just then, Nabu and the doctor from earlier entered the room hurriedly. The doctor ushered the family and friends to stand on one side before moving closer to Brandon and checked his heart rate.

"Brandon, what's the date today?" the doctor asked gently.

"...June first," Brandon replied slowly.

"What year?"

"2010."

A collective gasp could be heard from everyone. That was eight years ago from today.

"Doctor?" Heather asked with teary eyes.

"He must be suffering from a type of retrogade amnesia. It's where you retain memories only before a certain event," the doctor informed, confirming what everyone else is thinking.

Suddenly, the door flung open wildly and everyone turned their attention to it as a beautiful blonde appeared out of nowhere. Brandon watched silently as he gave her a little onceover. Great. Now who the hell is she?! he thought. Her eyes were bright red and puffy, clearly from endless hours of crying. There were blood stains on her clothes. But despite all of that, she had a huge relieved smile on her face.

"Brandon!" she gasped in relief as she ran towards him and hugged him tightly.

"Ow, hey! Woman, let go already!" he hissed a little before pushing her away repulsively.

Stella stepped away in shock and glanced towards everyone. Her eyes brimmed with hurt. "Brand?"

"No offense, but who the hell are you?" he asked.

Stella's face grew worried as he stared at her pointedly, demanding an explanation for throwing herself at him. "...you don't...you don't know who I am?" she asked in a painful whisper.

"I wouldn't have asked if I knew," Brandon replied coldly.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around. "...Amnesia," Nabu replied in a single word.

Stella's eyes widened. "WHAT?!" she screamed.

"2010. He only remembers till 2010," Nabu replied.

Stella blankly turned to him and blinked, feeling like she was seeing him for the first time. Tears fell from her cheeks again. She didn't know what to do. That explains why Brandon can remember everyone except for her. They didn't even meet at that time. But, Musa and Riven along with Layla and Nabu were already couples by then. They knew each other very well but she entered his life four years later.

"Son...you really don't remember Stella?" Lucas asked tentatively while Heather moved towards the shaking blonde with concern.

Brandon's eyes widened. "That's Stella?" he whispered in disbelief. "...THAT...that's m-my w-w-wife?" he exclaimed in shock.

Everyone nodded while the heartbroken blonde didn't know what to do. It's clear that Brandon only remembers people from before that time and since they didn't even meet, he couldn't even recognize her.

"Will he ever remember me, doctor?" Stella asked him in a painful voice.

The doctor sighed. "...It's possible. Sometimes memories do come back with time. They shouldn't be forced, however. He could remember everything in the next second. But sometimes, it could take hours or day or years even. And sometimes...they may be a chance that...that he may never remember at all," he said sadly, empathizing with the crying blonde.

"Excuse me," Brandon suddenly said, effectively shifting everyone's attention towards him. "Can I talk to her?" he pointed towards Stella, indirectly telling everyone to get lost.

Everyone nodded and shooed themselves out, leaving Stella watching him heartbrokenly. She took a shuddering breath, taking in his appearance. There was a bandage wrapped around his head while IV needles were stuck in his arms. It pained her to see him like this although he'll never understand it in his current condition.

He unblinkingly watched her and took in her appearance. She was really beautiful but at the moment, she looked like a lost cause. Stella grew uncomfortable in his gaze. Last night was one of the best nights of her life. Actually, every day and night with him was never forgotten and will always be one of the best days of her young life. But, ironically, last night was also the worst. She never thought she'd eat ice cream with him one moment and watch him get hit by a car the next.

"...Hi," she said softly, not knowing what to say.

He sighed and looked away, not knowing what to do. "I don't know who you are," he said.

"No, please don't say that! I'll make you remember or die trying, but please don't forget me!" she cried desperately.

He turned to her in shock and watched her break down. She was in a pool of hysteria and he could only wonder how much she must've loved him to feel this way. He sat up slowly and silently looked at her.

This girl was his wife? "Stella?"

Her name on his lips stopped her incessant crying for a few moments as she hiccuped slightly. "Sit," he said softly. She slowly moved towards him while wiping away the ugly tears. She sat the edge of his bed and sniffled painfully.

"For how long have we been together?" he asked curiously.

"Four," she answered with a small smile at the thought.

"When did we get married?" he asked.

"Two years ago," she blushed. How can she forget her own wedding? "We were engaged for a year."

"...Excuse me?" he asked in disbelief.

She looked up at him in confusion.

"I proposed to you after ONE year of dating?! ONE YEAR?! And we got married after only two years?!" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes widened when she perceived his direction of thought. He was probably thinking that he married a girl out of infatuation or decisions made at poor timings.

"No, no, no, we were and still are in love!" she tried to persuade him.

Did he seriously propose after dating only for one year? How gullible he must be to do that? One year to fall in love and two years to get married were just ridiculously short. Very short in his expert opinion. He scoffed at himself for being so stupid.

"Okay, okay. Whatever. I'll believe you. But it doesn't change the fact that I don't know who you are," he replied, feeling sorry for the girl.

Stella bit her lip, trying to keep her tears at bay. Why was he being so mean to her? Okay, he didn't know her. She can understand till that point. But she was still his significant other, for God's sake! Show some respect! But...she also remembered how Brandon had this trait of not appreciating girls who threw themselves at him. Is that what he thinks I'm doing? she thought in panic and shock.

"...I can help you remember," she tried again but was cut off immediately.

"I want to be left alone. You said you're my wife, right? So, can you be understanding and leave me alone, please?" he asked. "This is too much for me to handle," he grumbled under his breath.

Stella gasped and stood up. She flinched visibly at his harsh tone and wiped away the falling tears using the back of her sleeve. It's official. She's having the worst day of her life and this is definitely NOT the brightest moment. She never thought she'd see the day where Brandon would tell her to get lost. She felt as if she's been received a huge slap to her face and she can't even put it into words at how much hurt she felt at that.

"...I love you, Brandon," she whispered as the last statement before turning around to leave with more tears erupting endlessly from her eyes. She felt deprived of air and oxygen as she struggled to breath. She left the room according to his order and closed the door behind her.

Tears erupted from her eyes as she started to cry. Her friends instantly rushed to her as she started to sob. Musa and Layla instantly hugged her, wondering what just happened.

"I can't believe it, Muse. He...he told me to leave," Stella sobbed. His harsh words cut her deeply. It's clear that he didn't believe her and it sounded as if...

"He regrets getting married to me," the blonde cried to exhaustion.

Nabu and Riven looked at each other with wide eyes and then back at the room. "Why that little bastard...!" Riven cursed under his breath before flunging the door open. He marched inside with Nabu stifling a laugh at his temper and following him.

"Are you f*cking insane?!" Riven growled as he stopped at Brandon's bed with crossed arms. The brunette was reading a newspaper casually before looking up in shock.

"...Did you just defend a girl?" Brandon raised an eyebrow in wonder. Riven always was the 'tough' guy in their little troop and for him to defend someone other than himself was a truly a wonder, indeed.

Riven scowled. "Yeah, buddy. People change and grow up. And you need to do the same right about now."

Brandon glared and chucked the newspaper aside. "Don't you DARE tell me how I should act! I literally lost eight years of my life! As if that wasn't enough, I get a wife out of nowhere! You don't know what the hell I'm feeling!" he growled angrily.

"...Is that Stella's fault?" Nabu suddenly asked, making the brunette turn towards him.

Brandon sighed. "No, but I'm not going to act like I love her. She just told me I proposed to her after one year! That's just f*cking insane."

Riven raised an eyebrow. "...Dude...you've been wanting to propose to that girl ever since like your...fifth date? You were the one who chased around her,"he snapped.

"..." Brandon's lips parted in shock as he stood there registering Riven's words. F-F-Fifth date? he thought as he paled. He didn't know why but he felt repulsive against the very idea of love. He just hated the whole concept and didn't believe in rushed marriages. It was just stupid and according to him, they would never last long and were just awaiting impending doom. And his 'marriage' with that blonde bimbo is no different. He was probably smitten by her beauty. Brandon frowned when he, indeed, did find her extremely beautiful with a perfect figure. Maybe that's why I chased her around? And she must've taken advantage of it, he internally growled, remembering that his family is quite well off. That must be it. She married him for money and nothing else.

Well, good luck with that! he scowled to himself and crossed his arms. Well, he won't make the same mistake twice. The second he gets out of this hospital, he'll dump her sorry ass in the bin.

Meanwhile on the outside...

"I can't, Layla! I just can't leave him!" Stella sobbed dizzily. She's literally going insane. She loved too damn much to leave him and watching him flinch harshly at the sight of her...broke her.

"Stell, it's okay. He doesn't remember you and you need to calm down," Layla whispered comfortingly while growing concerned. It was clear that this ordeal took a great toll on the blonde and she'd been tiring herself out for hours now.

"I c-c-can't," Stella sniffled as she went dizzy with worry. Her friends watched in worry and gasped suddenly when she fainted in their arms.

"Stella!" Musa screamed in worry, earning stares from other people. Nabu and Riven, meanwhile, tumbled out of the room curiously. Their eyes widened with worry when they saw an unconscious blonde.

"What's wrong?" Nabu asked while crouching in front of the girls.

Layla sighed. "She was crying and suddenly, she fainted," she explained.

"She's exhausted. Let's get her home," Nabu said with a frown. "She'll feel better after a few hours."

The girls nodded in agreement while Nabu picked her up. They silently exited the hospital, knowing that they'll need to have a little chat in the morning with a certain brunette.

~ 5:10 AM ~

"I love you even more."

"STELLAAAA!" a panicked scream throughout the air.

Brandon suddenly jerked awake and clutched his pounding head. "Ahhh!" he flinched harshly. He held his throbbing head in his hands. It felt like exploding and he shut his eyes, trying his best to block out the pain.

"Doctor!" he called out and within an instant, a nurse ran into the room in panic. She eyed the heartbeat monitor which started to pulse rapidly for a few moments. His vitals spiked for a quick second before falling still.

"Are you okay?!" she asked, keeping her voice as calm as possible.

"Y-Yes...c-can you p-p-please get m-me a glass of w-water?" he panted while clutching his head.

"Yes, of course. Please give me a moment." She left with a smile before going to fetch what he asked for.

What was that? he asked himself while narrowing his eyes in confusion. He remembered those words clearly but he couldn't quite picture what had happened or whom he was referring to. Whom did I love? he asked himself.

Stella...he called out her name. WHY? Why did he scream her name like that? He tried to remembered but jerked in pain instantly. He could feel a migraine coming on but that didn't deteriorate his curiosity.

All he knew is that...

He remembered being terrified and jolted to his core when he uttered her name before falling still.

I honestly LOVE Nabu and Riven sooo much! Their friendship is literally one of the best ever. Ugh. But my two favorite guys are no more. They killed Nabu and kicked off Riven with a shoe.

BUT! They will never die in my fics! :D (Take that, Iginio Straffi!)