AN: Woah. Did anyone like that last one? Not many reviews, but thank you for those who did review. Please keep them coming, because I need support to make me want to keep going!

And also, I might not be on for a while, so I'm updating now. My Internet is going to be shut off for a while because the modems keep going down and the company doesn't know why. Oh, and I've already written the ending, so I'm just going to have to build up to it!

Disclaimer: I don't own LWD. I'm not that kind of possessive girlfriend. . .

Cinq-

Nora weeped and George tried to comfort her. But Derek didn't show his emotions. Well, not the SAME emotion.

"Will she get it back?" Derek asked, as Marti started to hug his leg. The doctor looked at him and did a half smile.

"There is a good chance that she will. Nothing is for sure in the medical world though. We just have to keep reminding her of all the good things that happened in the past and hoping that she'll remember."

"Can we see her?" Lizzie asked, holding Edwin's hand. Edwin didn't squirm. In fact, he squeezed harder.

"Yes, you may, but one at a time. Remember that she still is in a semi comatose state."

The family lined up, and one by one they entered the room, spending about ten minutes alone with Casey. Derek waited at the end of the line. He didn't complain. He had to wade through his emotions.

Did he love her? Why did he feel so bad when she came here? Why does he feel empty now? Doesn't he know how annoying Casey is?

But when she smiles. Derek could feel a genuine smile filling his face. He looked down trying to hide it and found that he was next in line after Edwin. When his time came, he walked in solemnly.

Casey looked like she had been through hell and back. The spots where just earlier blood lay were now clean, revealing bruises the color of blueberry juice. Her skin looked so pale, and it took everything Derek had to not reach out and hug her right then and there.

He sat beside her and held her hand. After about five minutes he opened his mouth.

"Casey, about what you said on the highway. I'm sorry I never said it back. I wish I would have known how serious this was going to be." Where was this all coming from? Was this the Derek Venturi that everyone knows and despises? Or is this the Derek Venturi Casey McDonald had turned him into?

Casey stirred in her bed, frightening Derek. She opened her eyes halfway, the bruises preventing her from getting any farther.

"Casey," He said, rubbing her knuckles. "Hi!"

Casey snatched her hand away from him and opened her mouth to scream. But Derek's hockey reflexes were too quick for her. His hand lay over her mouth.

"Casey, its Derek. Do you not remember me either?" What a dumb question, he thought to himself. Of course she didn't remember him. She freakin' lost her memory! Derek sighed and continued. "Listen, I'm your stepbrother. And I'm going to do everything in my power to help you remember the rest of your family."

A smile crept across Casey's face, and it melted Derek's heart. He held his tongue, for he was about to open his mouth and say something immature and rude. He decided though, that he was going to make her remember everything she had said that day, and he was going to do it the nice way.

"Now we are going to start by filling you in on your past life." Derek said, opening the book Casey had in her book bag. He located the book bag when he went back with the police after the accident. The book was basically a giant scrapbook Casey had been working on since she was five years old. Hopefully that was going to make her remember something.

"Now this, this is your old house in Toronto." He started, and continued on for hours.

The whole time Casey smiled, wishing she could remember the people in those portraits, and most of all, the guy who was telling her all about them.