I just want to curl up and die after that episode. I was ugly crying both times I watched it (yes, I put myself through the pain of watching it a second time). Then I had to go to school and I was still tearing up on the bus. No joke.

Anyway here's my completely AU version i.e. one 'what should have happened' version.

Let's go.

You're not in this movie

You're not in this song

Never

Leave me paralyzed, love

Leave me hypnotized, love

The Notwist, Consequence

Rich was lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He had no idea how long he had been lying there, but he didn't care if he lay there all day. He was depressed and scared that something bad was going to happen. When he was in his room lying on his bed these feelings just melted away, and he could just be numb; just the way he liked it. Grace was in a coma; he didn't want to think about that, so being numb suited him just fine.

He couldn't remember the time when he hadn't cared about Grace, because now it felt like his whole world revolved around her. She was his everything. He would've told himself off or rolled his eyes at this soppy, corny love stuff he was thinking, but Grace was sick and at the end of the day the soppy and corny stuff was all true.

He rolled onto his side so he could reach for his phone that was on his bedside table. The display image was of Grace… well, who else would it be? He fondly stroked the image and murmured, "Grace…"

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Frustrated, he nearly threw the phone at the other side of the room, but then he noticed the time. 3:00PM.

He had discovered that this was the time when it was slightly easier to get into the hospital, but it was still pretty fucking difficult.

He sat up in bed faster than he would have thought possible and quickly checked his pockets to make sure he had his cigarettes, lighter and his phone. Check, check and check.

He headed out his front door, while ignoring Anita's incessant whining about him going to the hospital again and that he better not be buying flowers.

When he got to the hospital he carefully checked down every corridor, making sure there were no posters saying, "BARRED" with a mug-shot photo of him on it. He couldn't see anyone he recognized, or he should say anyone that would recognize him. He was getting so close to her room and he couldn't help but smile when he realized he was on the floor she was staying in and he only had a few more steps to - …

"Richard!" He stopped in his tracks and muttered a few angry swear words under his breath. Great. He turned and to his surprise saw it was Pauline the nurse. It was a far more welcoming sight than say, Mr. Blood.

"Please, please, please let me go in! Just for two minutes!" He didn't care that he was practically begging her right now; maybe it would work for once. Strangely Pauline was smiling and not one of those sympathetic smiles either.

"Mr. Blood won't be happy if I tell you this," There was a long pause and Rich was practically shaking with anticipation for what she was going to say next. "But Grace woke up."

Rich smiled and it was a smile that he only reserved for Grace. She was awake and he didn't know what his body was doing, but before he knew it he was hugging Pauline as tightly as he possibly could. He let out a little, 'Finally!' but he soon realized this wasn't the whole story, because Pauline seemed to stiffen in his embrace. He thought it could just be because of the fact that he was hugging her, so he let go immediately, but now she was giving a sympathetic smile again. Fuck.

"What?" Rich asked, completely dumbstruck. What's wrong now? She's awake.

"Oh, Rich. She might not be able to remember who you are." She bit her lip before she continued. "She's suffering from post-traumatic amnesia."

"Amnesia?" He repeated. He ran a hand through his hair and opened his mouth a tiny fraction in shock.

Rich didn't know if she continued talking, because his ears started to ring. It reminded him a bit of the time he went deaf. What if she can't remember me?

But he shook his head; because of course Grace would remember him. She loves him.

"I want to see her," he blurted out. He could tell by Pauline's face she was about to refuse him. "Now. I have to."

"Richard, you're not allowed to." He felt like kicking a wall in rage and frustration.

"Please. She's the love of my life." Pauline sighed and Rich knew she was about to give in.

"Fine, but we are just going to pretend you managed to sneak past me, okay?" Rich grinned, nodded in agreement and ran in the direction of Grace's room.

He flung the door open and Grace simply glanced in his direction, her eyes wide at his sudden appearance. As soon as he saw her, he completely forgot about his doubts. He walked forward to her and felt the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

"Grace!" This was all he managed to say. She looked as beautiful as he remembered despite the scars on the right side of her face. She looked so weak and fragile that all Rich wanted to do was scoop her up in his arms and just hold her.

He flopped down on her bed and went to grab her hand, but Grace pulled it away slightly.

"Who are you?" His hand fell to his side and he dropped his gaze so he was nervously fidgeting with his jeans. "I'm sorry, apparently I can't remember things."

She said it so matter-of-factly and with a pleasant smile on her face, as if she didn't want to hurt his feelings despite not knowing who he was.

"Uhh… I'm your boyfriend, Grace." Please remember me.

He dared to glance up at her and saw her eyeing him up and down. She looked like she was biting back a smile, which at first confused Rich then he got it. He let out a long, nearly defeated sigh. She probably would not have expected to have a metalhead for a boyfriend. Not in a million years.

"Oh." was what she finally said. She tilted her head slightly and gazed at his face for what felt like a very long time. "Didn't you have long hair?"

Rich's heart was beating very fast… Could this mean she knew who he was? He tried not to smile and instead nonchalantly nodded.

"How do you-?" He started to say, before she cut him off.

"I remember you from school, but I've never even spoken to you." She shut her eyes and leaned back against her pillow, as if just remembering that much was giving her a headache. Rich exhaled slowly, not wanting to give up hope completely. She would remember soon enough, maybe a few hours or days. He was about to tell her his name, but the door to the room opened.
"Escort Mr. Hardbeck out of the building at once!" Fucking hell. He couldn't even get two minutes alone with her before this dickhead turned up.

The two security guards took Rich by the arms and began to drag him out of the room. Grace was staring at the scene unfolding in front of her with a startled and worried expression. This spurred Rich on to tell her this departing sentence,

"I'll make you remember, Grace, don't worry." She sucked on her lips as she watched him get dragged away from her.

She didn't know what there was to find out though. Was he really her boyfriend? She only knew him as that boy with the funny clothes.

Oh yeah, there's gonna be more of this horrendous fic.

I will continue the Unseens fic, but when I'm less depressed…