Poison

When Laurie came to, she sure of two things. Numero uno: Her head hurt like a son of a bitch. Numero dos: She was most definitely not at her home. She groggily blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the harsh lighting. She raised her right hand and sleepily pushed back her hair. She gingerly rubbed the back of her and felt a bump near the top of her skull. She grimaced when she hit a particularly tender spot. She noticed an odd weight on her left hand and glanced down at it. A man was sleeping on her left side, his head resting half on the bed, half off. His huge, baggy clothes swallowed his frame and hung downwards due to the force of gravity. His long blond dreadlocks lay limply to the side of his head. A look of concern was etched into his sleeping face. Who the fuck was this?

A scream rang through the hospital and many nurses and doctors rushed towards the sound. Tom jolted awake, and stood abruptly. He rubbed at his eyes furiously. He looked around Laurie's room frantically. Who the hell was screaming? He was suddenly hit with a pillow. A very lumpy and hard pillow. He looked over and saw Laurie cowering a corner. What the hell was her problem?

"Laurie, vhat are you doing?"

"Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name!"

Tom immediately thought back to what the doctor had said. 'She could have light to moderate amnesia.'

"It's me! Tom!"

"I don't know any Toms!"

Another random object was thrown at him and he barely managed to doge it in time.

"Laurie! You bumped your head. You might have amnesia! Das vhy you do not remember me! Vill you stop throwing tings at me?"

" That's bullshit! I would remember bumping my head! And I would definitely remember you!"

A team of doctors and nurses rushed into the room. Oreo, Bill, Georg, and Gustav were not far behind them. They all looked between Tom and Laurie. The balding doctor that Tom had spoken with earlier stepped forward.

"Ms. Mobley, it is my understanding you took quite a fall and bumped your head. You also sprained your ankle and acquired a slight concussion, which is why you do not remember anything from the past few days."

Laurie looked down and noticed a slight twinge in her left ankle. She sucked a quiet breath through her teeth and looked around the room. Lots of unfamiliar people stared back at her. A tall woman with lustrous hair stepped forward.

"Laurie, sweetie, do you not remember any of us?"

Laurie glanced among the sea of faces. No face jumped out at her as familiar. It irked her. Why couldn't she remember anything? Her brow furrowed, as she tried to concentrate.

"The last thing I remember is falling out of bed, and running to get the phone. I hear a deep voice then everything gets fuzzy and black."

"You hear me."

She glanced at the man that had spoken. He was taller than her and well built. Long brown hair fell pin straight to his shoulders. Green gray eyes stared back at her. His wide mouth was set in a grimace.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Georg Listing. We've met before; you just do not remember it.

Laurie nodded vaguely. She didn't really remember it, but she needed to give her brain time to recuperate.
"Vill you all excuse us for a moment?"

She looked back to the dreadlocked man. He was looking pointedly at the others in the room. They got the hint and quickly left the room.

"I can not believe you do not remember us. But it's understandable, you fell pretty hard."

She nodded again.

"I want to try something. Something that I think might help you get your memory back. Would you like to try it?"

She quickly thought this over, and then nodded again. He crossed the room and stood in front of her, a few inches away. He leaned in closer to her, and then started humming a slightly familiar song to her. Upon seeing her confused look, he took a deep breath and started singing the lyrics to her.

Running through the monsoon

Beyond the world

To the end of time

Where the rain won't hurt

Fighting the storm into the blue

And when I lose myself I think of you

Together we'll be running somewhere new

Through the monsoon

Just me and you

His face loomed closer to hers and then he spoke gently to her.

"Do you remember when you were scared of the rain and I sang that song to calm you down?"

She thought back, and then nodded quietly.

"And do you remember when we played truth or dare, and you dared me to lick Bill's face?"

She thought back again, then nodded, smiling.

"You see? You do remember us and other things. You just need to be reminded of them."

She closed her eyes and concentrated, she wanted to remember this man. He seemed so sweet and wonderful. She felt as though she was stranded in the middle of an ocean of doubts and confusion. She could feel a knowledge that she needed to know radiating from him. She started to swim in the imaginary ocean towards the shore. This man was her shore. She could feel the knowledge she craved just beyond her fingertips. She grasped at his name, any name that came to her mind.

"Tom?"

He nodded smiling down at her. The smile fell from his face as he raised his hands to either side of her face. Gently taking her face in his hands, he lowered his mouth on hers. Her eyes fluttered closed. Fireworks went off behind her closed lids. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. He pulled back and looked down at her expectantly. She smiled at him. His own grin fell onto his face. He spoke in a whispered tone.

" I missed you Laurie. You scared me, real bad."

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head then leaned in for another mind blowing kiss. Good God, how was she supposed to recuperate if kept kissing her like this?

A/N: I am so sorry! I have had the worst case of writers block. But then this chappie came to me and I just had to write it down. I finished around 12:30 in the morning. I really am sorry and I hope nothing like that happens again. Love peace and chicken grease Homes! Peace out!