BUAHAHAHAHA! Ok, that was a totally random manic laugh...but it's better than if I had started out saying "Blargh!" which is how I keep starting my conversations on IM with people...sorry, I'm just in a weird mood right now that causes me to say really random and stupid things...I'll shut up now...

Nnnnnghh…that noise….what is that? That beeping….my alarm? Am I late for school? Why didn't Nii-chan wake me up…? Wait….is that…snoring? Why would someone else be snoring in my room? What's going on…? I need to get up….but my body…it's so heavy…and there's something on my arm...what...?

Misaki opened his eyes slowly. As everything came into focus, he realized he wasn't at home in his room but in what seemed to be a hospital room. He turned his head to look around and discovered that the beeping was coming from various monitors all connected to his body with tubes and wires. He turned to look the other way and found the source of the snoring-Takahiro was asleep in a chair next to the bed, his mouth wide open.

"Nii-chan..." Misaki tried to get his brother's attention, but his mouth was so dry that it came out as a hoarse whisper; he swallowed and tried again. "Nii-chan..." Takahiro shifted a bit in his chair, but didn't wake up.

"Misaki...?"

Misaki looked towards to door to see a tall man with silver hair staring at him with wide eyes. The man quickly approached the bed and grabbed his hand. "You're awake! You're finally awake! Takahiro!" He kicked the chair legs, startling Takahiro awake.

"Usagi...? What is-Misaki!" Takahiro sat up straight and leaned in towards Misaki. "You're awake! How are you-Doctor!" A doctor had walked in after the tall man. "Doctor, he's awake!"

Takahiro and the man were ushered out of the room by a nurse and when they were allowed back in awhile later, they were accompanied by a woman holding a small child. The child grinned and shouted, "Mitaki!" before his mother shushed him.

"All right," the doctor said. "I'm going to ask you a few easy questions and I want you to answer them the best you can. First question: What is your name?"

"Takahashi Misaki."

"Next question: How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Someone gave a small gasp-it sounded like the woman. The doctor looked at him for a moment before continuing. "Really. Next: How many people in this room do you recognize?" He gestured towards Takahiro and the others.

Misaki looked at them, searching their faces. "Just one; Takahiro, my brother."

The doctor made a notation on the clipboard he was carrying. "All right, thank you, Misaki. That's all I need from you right now. Will the rest of you please come with me into the hallway for a moment?"

Misaki watched them all file out; the woman had tears in her eyes and the silver-haired man looked almost as though someone had stabbed him. They shut the door behind them and Misaki was left by himself to wonder what was going on. How did he end up in the hospital? He didn't remember having any sort of accident. The last thing he remembered was opening the door to the apartment and then...someone...someone was there. But who was it? Misaki pondered this while he waited for everyone to come back.

The door opened a few minutes later and Takahiro came back in, alone. He sat in his previously vacated chair and stared at Misaki.

Nervously, Misaki asked one of the questions he'd been pondering for the past few minutes. "Um...Nii-chan? Why am I in the hospital? I don't remember being sick or anything..."

Takahiro looked at him sadly and sighed. "You weren't sick; it was an accident. It wasn't anything major like a car or train accident, if that's what you're thinking. You just...hit your head."

"Oh." Misaki tried to remember any incidents in which he had hit his head; nothing came to him. "When was that? I don't remember..."

"What's the last thing you do remember, Misaki?" Takahiro's eyes were very serious; it was making Misaki nervous.

"Well...I was walking home from school...I opened the apartment door and then...um..." He thought hard, trying to bring the memories to the surface but they seemed to be stuck. "There was...someone there...but I can't..."

"And how old are you, Misaki?"

Misaki looked at his brother in confusion. "Why are you asking that? You know how old I am! I'm seventeen, a third-year high school student."

"No, Misaki, you're not." Takahiro reached out and laid his hand over his brother's. "You're a twenty-one year old university student. What you're remembering happened over four years ago."

"No, no I'm not. What are you talking about?"

"The woman who was here earlier, she's my wife and the little boy is your nephew, Mahiro. The man is an old friend of mine, Usami Akihiko, who you've been living with for over three years. You hit your head when you slipped and fell in the kitchen and you've been in a coma for almost a month. You don't remember any of this?"

Misaki stared at him, his eyes wide and confused, searching his brother's face for any sign that he was being lied to, that this was all some elaborate prank. "I...I don't...no, that can't be true. You don't even have a girlfriend, Nii-chan! And I've never seen that guy before! I...I've never...right?" He asked desperately, wanting to be reassured.

"The doctor said that memory loss is a common side-effect when people come out of a coma. It almost always comes back, given time." Takahiro stood up. "I'm going to go talk to the doctor some more. Would you like him to come in and explain more to you?"

Misaki, dazed and confused, just shook his head. Takahiro gave him a small smile. "Mahiro is really anxious to see you, if you're okay with that. He's been upset that you've just been sleeping instead of talking and playing with him. Should I let him come in?"

"Uh...yeah, sure..."

Takahiro left the room and the other three returned. The woman, his brother's wife, brought the little boy over to Misaki; Mahiro practically jumped from his mother's arms into Misaki's lap, squealing, "Mitaki! Mitaki!" The man, Usami, stood quietly off to the side, that same look of pain on his face.

...this one I'm pretty sure I might go back and re-write sometime. My limited coma knowledge comes mostly from Wikipedia, so excuse me if it sounds really stupid. I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading and please review!