My attempts at trying to restore his memory had made absolutely no impact. I took a Westerburg rottweiler cap into him and jacket and asked him if there was something, anything familiar about it. To no avail. I then wore a red scrunchie to the hospital. I'd even gone to his dad, Big Bud Dean, for a picture of his mum. To no avail. I'd finally given up. The next day I went into the hospital but Jason wasn't there. I checked all the beds in the coma room, the wards, the chapel, the reception and recovery room, the emergency medical wards but he wasn't there...
"Where's Jason, Jason Dean? He isn't on ward 8b anymore."
Nurse Lee turned around with a startled face
"Veronica, where did you come from?"
She pulled her into a soft embrace and tears began to stream down her face. She then lead me to the toilets and walked back out. I thought this meant the worst. He was dead. I began to shake and small tears began to welt out of my eyes, mascara beginning to trickle black down my face. Why did I kill him?
First Heather, Then Ram and Kurt and now JD. I'm a fucking monster.
I threw open the toilet doors and ran past her, outside to fresh air, the smell of scalpeled flesh and blood pungently purging out of the hospital. Why was I outdoors? I didn't deserve to see the sunlight and smell the flowers. I threw up
"Gonna wreck the flowers like my shoes?" Heather commented
Why the fucking was she there? To make her seem even worse?