AN: I know I didn't update this story for a while and I'm sorry. But it feels good to write again. I hope you all enjoy the new chapter. And thank you all so much for the amazing reviews. So be nice and review this chapter after reading. Thank you. You guys are amazing :*
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Auggie hurried down the floor towards the reception , his cane swinging in front of him. The messenger bag slung around his shoulder, his travel back in his left hand. He didn't like hospitals, he didn't like them at all. They smelled too clean, they never meant something good. You went to a hospital because you, or your friends are hurt. When he got to the reception he was able to smell roses, a woman's perfume, he guessed. It was a nice distraction from the latex and sterilization.
"Hello, how can I help you?" An old sounding, female voice asked politely.
"Can you tell me how to find Annie Walker?" Auggie questioned. He still didn't know how Annie was doing or what happened to her. During the flight back he tried to reach Joan, who was in a meeting and Danielle who didn't answer her phone. He also tried Annie's number, but got straight to voicemail.
"Annie Walker?" The woman repeated and Auggie nodded. He heard the older woman typing and clicking while she was looking up Annie's name. "She's in room 247. Should I call a nurse to guide you?"
"No, thank you. I'll be fine if you tell me how to get there." Auggie answered with a smile. He didn't feel like smiling, but he still did to be polite. The woman just reminded him that he wasn't able to see, never will be able to see again. His thoughts went back to his conversation back to his doctor a few days ago. He couldn't even try to regain his sight. His last hope to be able to see again, destroyed.
"Alright" The woman interrupted his thoughts, "It's on the second floor. Stairs are to your left. Walk down the hallway to your left, turn right at the end and then the seventh door."
"Stairs, left, right, seventh door, room 247." Auggie echoed.
"Yes. Can I do anything else for you?" The woman answered.
"No, thank you. I'll be fine." Auggie answered and turned around, walking towards the stairs.
Just when he stepped out of the staircase and was about to turn left like the woman told him to do, he heard a familiar voice calling his name from down the hallway. He turned towards the voice and the sound of heels approached fast.
"Danielle?" Auggie questioned.
"Yes, it's me." She confirmed.
"How is Annie doing?" His voice was shaking slightly. Did he really want to know the answer? What happened to Annie? Would she be okay? Danielle didn't answer immediately, so Auggie asked again. "How is she doing?"
This time the blonde woman answered: "She doesn't remember. She doesn't remember her old life, Auggie. Nothing at all."
Auggie didn't respond. Annie didn't remember anything, according to Danielle. Would she remember him? How would their relationship change now? Maybe it was better that Annie didn't remember. So she didn't know that he left her just to be with Parker. Annie didn't know it was his fault that she was in the accident. It was his car after all.
"Uhm, I'm sure you want to see Annie, to make sure she's okay by yourself." Danielle broke the silence as Auggie didn't answer.
"Yeah." Why wasn't he able to form longer answers?
"Come on." He heard Danielle's heels clicking on the floor and hurried to catch up with her. Soon they walked side by side in an awkward silence. Both of them didn't know what to say.
"Are you going to travel somewhere?" The blonde woman asked when she saw the duffle bag in Auggie's hand. He looked confuse first, but after a few seconds he realized what she was referring to.
"I was in Germany when Joan informed me what happened to Annie and I took the next flight back. I'm coming straight from the airport."
"Oh okay." So Auggie was definitely one of them. She already assumed he worked for the CIA, too, but let's be honest what was a blind guy doing there? She couldn't hold back to ask. "What do you do at the – you know?"
"Making sure Annie comes back home in one piece. But I kind of failed." One more reason to blame himself. It was his job to keep Annie safe. He failed. Big time. He wasn't there for her when she needed him, he wasn't there to help her.
"Thank you for bringing her back all the time. I know Annie, she gets into trouble pretty often, doesn't she?" Danielle sounded really thankful. She didn't know it was his fault her younger sister was here now, did she? No she didn't. Annie couldn't remember what happened. Once again he didn't know what to say and they walked in silence once again.
"Door's right in front of you. I have to get back to the girls now. Bye Auggie."
"Goodbye Danielle, and thank you."
Annie sat in her bed, looking through some pictures Danielle left. It was a strange feeling going through the pictures showing the two sisters playing together years ago. Or Danielle with her daughters. Soon Annie heard Danielle's voice talking to a familiar male voice. Didn't she say she was going back home? And more important who was he? Damn, she couldn't stand the feeling not knowing who someone was, even if she was supposed to know this person. It sucked. Added to the deep voice a steady clicking echoed through the door.
Soon there was a gentle knock at the door and it opened slowly. A brown haired man stood in the doorframe.
"Annie?" He questioned, searching the room for her. It was odd, he definitely should be able see her from his position.
"Yeah, come on in." She answered unsure. How couldn't she remember this man? She was sure she'd never forget a face like his. And the comfort she felt confused her. How could she feel so save with this guy? She didn't know him.
"Hey Annie, how are you?" He asked with a hint of sadness in his voice. He slowly walked towards her bed, his glace focused somewhere over her right shoulder. Then the realization hit her. The handsome man was blind.
"I'm, uhm, fine. The chair's at your 10." She answered him. The smile he offered her took her breath away for a second.
"Habits die hard, don't they?" He said, still grinning. "Oh and by the way, I'm Auggie." He found the chair, sat down and folded his cane. Somehow he managed to look straight into her eyes. Auggie. As in best friend Auggie.
"I remember you."