A/n: I'm so Sorry for the long wait for this update! I'm afraid I lost inspiration to write it...That and I've had alot of distractions as of late. So please forgive me. If any of the characters are out of character please tell me! I haven't played the game in a long while...

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Nel's PoV

It's been three days since the accident and Albel has yet to wake up...I've done everything in my power to help, though I'm no medic and keep getting shooed from the room by iritated nurses. Woltar kindly offered me a place to stay in the mansion...I reluctantly accepted... I wanted to be around when Albel wakes up...

I'm prepared to take the entire blame and let him dish out those awful insults to me. It is afterall, my fault he is in this situation. But it leads me to more questions...who planted the bomb? Who wrote the letter? Who broke into Albel's house? I've given myself a headache just thinking about it all. I searched the area for some sort of clue, but who ever did it was very careful about the whole mission...I was unable to find anything.

Sighing; I let my eyes drift over to Albel's door. I was worried about him. Knowing Albel, he wouldn't like to wake up to people he did not know. I shifted my gaze to the approaching Woltar and did my best to give him a small smile.

"Nel...You look like you haven't had much sleep."

In all honesty, I haven't. I nodded slightly, "How is he doing?" I asked, surely Woltar would know of Albel's well being. I highly doubt the nurses would shoo Woltar out.

"Not much has changed...he is still unconscious."

"Oh...I see."

"Nel...You won't rest until you see him, am I right?"

I haven't thought about that...But perhaps he was right...I was terribly worried, and I was tired of hearing other people tell me of Albel's condition. I wanted to see for myself... "Indeed," I replied, "Are you saying I am permitted to see him?"

"If it's the only way for you to get any rest, then I suppose one visit could not hurt." He replied, his eyes shining in slight concern. I could tell he was worried for my well being, seeing as though I had been slightly injured in the explosion as well, but no where near as bad as Albel. I only held a few scrapes and bruises, it was nothing major...But still they insisted I rest. Perhaps because they realize the mental trauma I'm facing. It always took it's toll on me whenever one of my comrades were injured...

I stood, bowing slightly in respect to the old man. "I thank you." I told him and moved towards Albel's door, just as the nurses began to exit. I passed by them without so much as a word. I was not happy with them, though I know they were just doing their job and following orders...But they could have been more polite about it.

I nervously entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief once I saw the tempermental swordsman and moved closer to the bed. I stood there silently for a few moments, just observing him. I was thankful to see the steady rise and fall of his chest, and his skin color returned to it's normal hue. My eyes drifted up to his face which was slightly flushed, and peices of hair stuck to his face from sweat. Apparently, he had a fever as well...Another pang of guilt hit me as my eyes landed on the bandage tied around his head. "Albel..." I wispered, my voice cracking slightly. It was so odd to see him in such a vulnerable state...Looking at him now made that image of the near invincible, blood thirsty swordsman disappear...and it made me realize just how easy it was for even the strongest of men to get hurt...

I tore my gaze from him and pulled a near by chair over to the bed and took a seat, resting my head on the edge of the bed. I couldn't stand to see him like this...I wanted to hear his voice...at this point I wouldn't even care if they were insults.The guilt was just too much...It hurt to think that there was a chance that he'd...he'd never wake up. I shook my head and pushed those thoughts from my mind. No...Albel was stronger than that...He would wake up...and I will be right there when he does. I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to take me...

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Normal PoV

Another day passed and Nel hadn't left Albel's side since the day Woltar permitted her to visit...and Woltar apparently hadn't the heart to tell her to leave...So she sat in the corner silently staring out the window next to her whilst the nurses did their job. She could only give them a slightly smug look, to which they gave her a glare. Apparently they weren't happy about her presence...But that was alright, because she had won that fight, and was able to stay.

She was grateful once they left and scooted her chair back over to the edge of the bed. "Albel...Hurry up and wake up! I'm getting anxious...the longer you sleep, the more time I get to think about the horrible insults you're sure to throw at me..." she told the sleeping swordsman softly. "Or is that what you want? To torture me with thoughts about what you're going to say?" She knew that it wasn't true, that he was truly unconscious...But she figured she'd still talk even if he couldn't hear it...If he did that was a plus on his side...Maybe it'd help him wake up quicker if he somehow heard...To know he was causing her distress...and want to make it worse? It even sounded silly to her ears...But she was willing to try anything.

She sighed once she saw nothing from the swordsman and leaned back into the chair, returning her gaze to the window and watched a few soldiers practice with disinterest. It was in this moment that she missed the slight stirring of the sleeping swordsman...

It hurt to move...and the terrible headache wasn't making it much better for him. Earlier he could vaguely make out the voice of a woman talking to him...but he couldn't quite catch what she was saying...But that was still one of the many mysteries he had come to notice. He had no idea who he was...It was frightening. As hard as he tried to recall a name, nothing came...He slowly opened his eyes, wincing as the bright light reached them and let out a small groan. Once his eyes adjusted, he quickly noted he was in an unfamiliar room, though it came as no surprise.

Nel quickly turned to Albel, waves of relief washed over her once she realized that he was, indeed awake. "Albel!" She called, a small smile gracing her lips. "Albel, are you alright?"

He turned to her giving her a look of confusion.

Nel was unprepared for his next words. "Who are you?" he asked. "Who's this 'Albel.' "

Nel couldn't bring herself to speak, merely stared in slight shock at the man before her. Oh no, she thought, He...he couldn't possibly...have forgotten...? But the look on his face told her everything. Albel had amnesia...

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A/n: Again I'm sorry for the long wait! I keep reading the first and second chapters and it really irks me...I keep wanting to rewrite it...I'm just not happy with it. Gah...maybe another time, but for now, enjoy chapter three!