CHAPTER 15

((I'm back again…don't you all celebrate yet…he may be alive…for now…but does he seem to remember much…if he doesn't remember her…isn't he as good as dead…read and review…XOXO, CHRISTINE))

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I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard

But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories

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Last time:

"Wait," he had found his voice. "Where's my mom?"

"She's getting lunch," Miley replied. "One second. I am going to get Dr. Howart."

"Wait," Jake moaned again. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, anything," Miley replied warmly, hiding her slight annoyance.

"Who are you?"

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"Jake, it's me, Miley," Miley answered, her heart shattering as she stood there. "Don't you remember me?"

"Where's my mom?" asked Jake again, confused.

"She's getting lunch," Miley replied, again, beginning to cry. "Jake, you just asked me that. What's the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know you, can you leave please?" Jake was scared. He thought Miley was a foe, not a friend.

"But, Jake, I haven't left this hospital for over a month," Miley replied crying. "I don't know if I can go without you."

"Look, I'm sorry, but I really need you to go, I have a headache." Jake waved them all out. He was obviously tired and scared. He had no idea what was happening. They just stood there. "Please."

"We'll go tell the doctors you're awake," Lily said, dragging Oliver and Miley out of the room.

"I don't understand it," cried Miley once they were in the hall, "why doesn't he remember me, but he remembers his own mother?"

"The doctors will know what's wrong," Oliver answered. They approached the nurses' station. "Hi, we are just here reporting that Jake Ryan is awake from his coma."

"Oh finally," the nurses gasped, all of them sprinting towards the room. Once they arrived inside, they began hooking and unhooking tubes and IVs. Doctor Howart was in the room shortly, giving Jake a physical. Jake's mom and Robbie Ray came back with lunch. AS soon as he was done with the physical part of the exam, he allowed all the visitors to come back in.

"What is your name?" he asked Jake.

"Jake Ryan," he answered.

"What town do you live in?"

"Malibu."

"How old are you?"

"12," Jake answered.

"Twelve," Mrs. Ryan whispered in horror. "He's sixteen."

"Jake, what is the last thing you remember?" Doctor Howart asked very seriously.

"Moving to Malibu," he answered, thinking hard. "We were walking through the door of our apartment."

"We moved to a bigger house shortly after the apartment," Mrs. Ryan informed the doctor. "What is going on? Why doesn't he remember?"

"I think there may be some even more significant brain damage than we thought," Doctor Howart answered. "We need to run some CAT scans as soon as possible. We will alert the technicians and he will be taken down as soon as possible."

The results came back, reviewed, the next day. "There seems to be significant brain damage that certainly could affect his memory," Doctor Howart reported.

"Is it permanent?" Robbie Ray asked, worriedly.

"I don't know," Dr. Howart replied. "It's about a fifty-fifty chance."

"Is there any way we could jog his memory, you know, get it back quicker?" Mrs. Ryan asked hopefully.

"It hasn't been proven that this helps, but going about your everyday lives as you normally would, with daily routines, and people he sees daily, may make him feel more comfortable. You should try that."

"We will," Mrs. Ryan assured him.

Jake looked at Miley. "Who are you?" he asked her. "I don't think I've ever seen you before." Miley burst into tears. "I'm sorry. Did I say something?"

"No, it's not your fault," Miley tried to remind herself. "It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault."

"Whoa, headache," Jake moaned holding his head. "Stop repeating yourself. It's giving me a headache."

"I'm sorry," Miley whispered, sobbing. Oliver came up to her, hugging her. Lily joined in.

"Let's go for a walk," Lily suggested to Oliver and Miley, "Let's get some fresh air." Miley obliged, and the three exited the room, walking out to the hospital courtyard.

"This is a nightmare," Miley moaned. "He was supposed to be okay. Why did it have to happen this way?"

"Miley, life is unexplained," Oliver said wisely. "It's part of the wheel of life. Jake was meant to survive, but at a cost. I believe he is here to inspire, not to be inspired. He will now live each day, not knowing anything about his past. He will have to go to school at an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people in an unfamiliar town, with parents who won't treat him normally because of his new condition. Miley, he is here to teach us, especially you. He is here to teach you what love and friendship is really about. He is here to teach you about loyalty, perseverance, happiness, virtues, and most of all compassion. He is here to teach you about life."

"But, why couldn't he be well, so he could be happy?" Miley questioned.

"Who says you can't be happy?" Lily pointed out. "You'll just have to go through some bumps in the road."

"Some bumps?" Miley said sarcastically. "You call those some bumps? Lily, he doesn't even like me. For God's sake, he thinks he's twelve."

"Yeah, but think of it this way," Lily pointed out humorously, "he'll be afraid to kiss you, and you won't have to padlock the zipper on your pants."

"Yeah, Lily?" Miley asked rawly.

"What?" she asked.

"Shut up."

Miley wasn't going to give up. She was too in love with Jake to let him go this easily. She would do whatever it takes. She would swim across the oceans. She would climb Mount Everest. She would jump off a cliff. She knew she would always be there for Jake. And though he may not remember her, she will never give up. She will always be there for him. She would do absolutely anything, and she felt that being happy with him would be as easy as walking on water. She accepted the challenge.

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