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Chapter 2

The boy's head hurt.

His side really hurt.

He opened his eyes, was attacked by the bright lights, and immediately shut them again.

"Is he alright?"

The sound reached him from very, very far away. The boy didn't move. He wasn't sure if he could.

"Yes." An authoritative voice on his left. He could tell. He didn't know where the other voice had been. "He sustained head injuries, probably from his fall, but the bullet did not puncture too far, so his organs were alright. His recovery time shouldn't be all that long."

"But he's alright?" The voice, he could tell that it was on his right, sounded anxious.

"Yes." The authoritative voice sounded annoyed. "Now. Please. Visiting hours are over."

"But I was waiting for him to wake up…" Disappointment. The voice sounded disappointed.

"And he didn't," the authoritative voice said. "Sorry."

The boy's eyes fluttered open again. He didn't want the disappointed/anxious voice to leave, though he wasn't quite sure to whom they belonged.

"Jules?" The voice on his right had a face and a body, which leaned very close to the boy now. The boy blinked a few times, trying to bring the world into focus. "He's awake!" the voice practically shouted. The boy winced.

"You may stay for fifteen minutes…" The voice on the left sounded resigned.

"You've been out cold for three days," the voice on the right with the face that was close by said.

The boy, still blinking rapidly, could not tell who this person was, though his vision had come into focus.

"Who's Jules?" he asked finally, surprised at the sound of his voice.

"What?" The person on his right sounded confused.

"Who is Jules?" the boy repeated.

"Jules? Oh, that's you. I'm talking to you," the boy on his right said. "Jules. That's your nickname. You know that…" He sounded nervous.

"Oh." The boy was confused. Jules. That didn't sound familiar…He searched, trying to figure out what his name was, so he could tell the person on his right, who obviously didn't know what the boy's name was. But he couldn't think of anything, so he asked, "And…who are you?"

No response. The person stood straight up, and the boy wished he'd come back, because he was cute.

"Julian?" The authoritative voice.

"Oh, well, Julian, I don't know who you are," the boy said. "Could you please leave?"

"Julian Larson." The authoritative voice again, sounding somewhat nervous as well.

"Julian, what the hell, leave," the boy said, exasperated. Why wasn't he listening? He was just standing there, looking stricken.

"You…" the boy on the right choked out, "Are…Julian. I'm Logan."

"No, I'm not," the boy said bossily. But he couldn't think of a counter argument. What was his name?

"Doctor?" Now the boy on the right – Logan – sounded hysterical. "What's wrong with him?"

The boy – not Julian, but maybe he was, he couldn't think of a good reason he wasn't Julian – looked at the doctor, too, his big brown eyes confused.

"Excuse me," the doctor said quickly, and exited the room, leaving Logan and MaybeJulian alone.

"Julian. Jules. Julian. Okay. Stop. Now. Snap out of it." Logan snapped his fingers in front of Julian's face. Julian winced and blinked, but the look of confusion didn't leave his face. "Julian!" Logan sounded like he was about to lose his sanity. "Julian, no, are you just pretending?" He grabbed at his hair. "Julian!" he practically shouted.

"Shut up," MaybeJulian spat. "Just shut up. Okay. Okay, I'm Julian, I get the picture. Now. Who is Julian?"

"YOU!" Logan shouted, as though being loud would help Julian remember. "You have amnesia. Oh, dear Lord in Heaven. Julian Larson has amnesia."

"Amnesia?" MaybeJulian knew what that was. "No, I don't have amnesia."

"You don't?" Logan, who'd been looking around the room in distress, looked back at MaybeJulian. "Oh, thank you! So I need to know what you meant when you said…you…before you passed out?"

"Passed out? What? What did I say?" MaybeJulian asked.

"Jules. Stop pretending. You have to face it at some point." Logan rolled his eyes. "I know you're an actor-"

"I'm an actor?"

"Shut up and let me talk," Logan snapped. "Okay. You were about to die, you probably thought it was the end, I guess. Or else you wouldn't have told me, would you?"

"Told you what? I died? No, I didn't, I'm right here."

"Shut. Up." Logan's green eyes were full of fury, and MaybeJulian felt a surge of very, very strong emotion – love – for Logan. Even though he didn't even know Logan. "Just listen, will you? You can't accept that you maybe have feelings for me because you're a primadonna actor who can't accept that he might not be completely straight!" He was shouting, moving closer and closer to Julian, who was very afraid and very confused.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Julian asked, interrupting. "I'm not straight? No, of course I am…" He stopped, though, wondering if maybe he wasn't straight.

Logan narrowed his eyes at Julian, opened his mouth, and was about to protest or something, when the doctor came in.

"Well. It would appear that Mr. Larson – that's you," he added to MaybeJulian, who'd opened his mouth to ask who it was, "is suffering from Post-Traumatic Amnesia."

Logan spluttered. "How do you know?"

The doctor cut his eyes at Logan. "We can prove it. If that's alright with Julian." He looked at MaybeJulian, who at this point decided that since the doctor was calling him Julian, he must be Julian.

"Julian is a very strange name," Julian mused aloud, ignoring the question.

"I think that's proof enough, Mr. Wright," the doctor said to Logan, whose last name must be Wright.

"No, no, he might just be pretending, because he told me something right before he passed out and maybe he just doesn't want to deal with the consequences," he glared at Julian, "of telling me that."

"Alright," the doctor sighed. "I am 99% positive that Mr. Larson is not pretending. There is nothing else I can do. We'll just let him recover fully, and he can go through therapy once he's discharged. Most amnesiacs do regain their memories after some time."

Logan was still glaring at Julian.

"What the hell, man?" Julian asked. "What did I do to you?"

Logan turned and exited the room, muttering, "Nothing," as he went.

Meh. Quite short. Just wanted the dramatic effect at the end, so I cut it off at 1,000 words or so.

Note: I was actually not going to continue this. I figured Julian had died at the end of the first chapter, and I thought it would just be a one-shot. However, y'all wanted more. So I decided to see what I could do. So I brought Julian back from the dead, gave the poor boy amnesia, and Logan. What more could you want in life? XP

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