chapter15

Derek stared through Spencers hospital room window where he had told Spencer to watch him to prove he wasn't leaving. He turned to the doctor who stood in front of him.

"It's rare but not unheard of for patients who suffered extreme trama to have some sort of memory lose." The doctor explained. "Usaully when a patient has too much stress, a part of the brain decides to think for itself and it closes down."

Derek shook his head. "Will he recover?"

The doctor shook his head. "I can't say. Sometimes the memory comes back. Sometimes not. Only time will tell."

Dereks brows narrowed as he continued to shake his head. "If he doesn't remember, we'll never find the person that did this to him. Unless..." Derek stared at the doctor hopfully. "Did you find anything in the rape kit?"

The doctor shook his head. "Whoever it was used protection."

"So whoever it was knew Spencer would be home alone, but also knew that I would be on the way. They must have heard him talking to me on the phone." Derek thought for a moment. "Whoever it was was, dressed as a pipe cleaner. They said I called them."

"What does that mean?" The doctor asked.

Dereks brows narrowed again. "I might know this person."

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Derek walked into Spencers room. The boys eyes followed his every step.

Derek grabbed a chair, pulled it close to the bed and sat down. He took one look at Spencer and sighed.

"Spence-"

"When can I go home?" Spencer interupted.

Derek bit the inside of his cheek. "Soon. But I-"

"Today?" Spencer asked.

Derek took a deep breath, then gently shook his head. "Maybe. But Spencer I want to-"

"Don't make me stay."

The dark man stared into the boys hazel eyes.

"Please don't make me stay, Derek. I'll do anything you want. Anything."

The agent stared at Spencer. "I want you to get better."

"I'll do that."

Derek silently chuckled. "By getting your memory back." He said.

Spencer frowned and sat back up on th bed. "After what you told me happened? No." He shook his head. "I don't want to remember."

Derek grabbed Spencers hand. "You have to. It's the only way to find out who was in the house. When you get your memory back we can catch this guy and make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else."

Spencer stood staring into the distance. "If." Spencer said.

Dereks brows narrowed. "What do you mean 'if'?"

Spencer turned back to the man. " The door isn't that thick, Derek. I heard what the doctor said. And if loseing part of my memory means forgetting what happened forever, then I dont care. Because I want to be happy."

"How can you be happy? You know what happened. You just dont remember."

"I was 'told' what happened, theres a difference!" Spencer nearly yelled.

"How?" Derek argued.

Spencer took a deep breath as he thought. "Think of it this way. If I was raped and remembered, and I explained the details to you, do you think you would feel like you were raped?"

Dereks brows raised. It made sence, what Spencer said. Derek turned his gaze to the ground and shook his head.

Spencer nodded once. "Exactly. Being told an experience and going through one isnt the same thing, Derek. I heard the nightmare that happened, I dont want to live it."

Derek smiled. "When did you get so smart?"

Spencer shook his head and smiled too. "I have a great caretaker. He opens my mind. And my heart."

Derek stared for a few seconds before the words sunk in. Never letting go from Spencers hand, Derek got up from his seat. He leaned over Spencer and planted a gentle kiss and the boys lips.

He pulled an inch back. "I love you too." He whispered, then brought their lips back together.

Short chapter this time, but it's too cute Review Please ;)