Okay, I'm back with a second chapter. Sorry if this and the next couple of chapters seem to contain too much filler. There is a lot to fill in, but I will try to add a fair amount of dialogue as well (since that is the best part of the show.)

Thanks again to Blunz for your input; it's good to know someone is reading!

Oh and by the way, the doctor's name is pronounced Flaht-leen-ay. =)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this chapter. All credit goes to Jason Gann and Adam Zwar.

"Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer."

~William S. Burroughs

Chapter 2

During the next few days, Ryan only woke for a couple of minutes every few hours. The days and nights blended together, and the drugs the staff fed through his IV kept both his mind and his vision blurry. Wilfred was by his side every time Ryan awoke. Jenna was there often as well. The now familiar faces of Dr. Flatline and some nurses often hovered over him before the darkness beckoned him back in to a deep sleep.

On the fourth day, Ryan woke and for the first time in a long time, he felt his head clear and his thoughts became more lucid.

Wilfred, as always, was in the chair at his bedside. "Good morning, Ryan."

"Yes, good morning," echoed a different, familiar voice on the other side of the room. Ryan turned his head to see a figure standing and facing out of the room's one window. The sun shined brightly into the room, and Ryan squinted his eyes as he tried to make out the owner of the voice.

The figure turned and approached Ryan's side. It was Bruce.

Oh, God. Not him.

"I-I can't do this right now…" Ryan glanced frightfully at Wilfred.

Wilfred leaned in and smiled gently. "Don't worry. He's not here for any games; only to visit with you."

"You scared us, Ryan," Bruce said.

"I don't remember what happened." Ryan's mouth felt parched, and he desperately wanted a glass of water. Perhaps a couple of gallons.

"You knocked your head pretty good," Bruce explained. "Hopefully the memories will come back to you in time."

"What's the last you remember?" Wilfred asked.

"I don't know, I…" Ryan paused and thought hard. His head began to throb as he tried to recall anything directly before waking up at the hospital. He winced. "I think the last thing I fully remember was … the wedding! Jenna and Drew are married now. And Amanda, I had to turn her into the psych hospital. Oh my god. Poor Amanda!"

"Don't feel sorry for that nut job, Ryan," said Wilfred in a low tone. "She nearly got you jail time."

"Watch who you're calling a nut job, Wilfred. I'm talking to two people who probably aren't even here. Oh, and one isn't even a person." Wilfred glared at him. Bruce smiled as he looked out the window, apparently entertained by the exchange going on in his presence.

He's probably plotting.

Ryan frowned as memories of the wedding and the night after slowly returned to him. "I remember the picture, the drawing."

Wilfred chuckled. "Evidently you don't remember me admitting to you that I drew that."

"No, I remember. I also recall figuring out that you were lying."

Nodding, Wilfred leaned forward and rested his chin on the bed rail. "Is that all?"

"I think so. That's the last I can remember."

Both Wilfred and Bruce sighed and shook their heads, then shared a meaningful glance between them.

"Can't you just fill me in?" Ryan inquired desperately.

"Sorry, mate." Wilfred looked truly apologetic.

Bruce wandered back over to the window and stared down at the activity four stories below. "We can't just fill you in, because all that this concerns needs to come from within you."

"I thought you weren't here to play games."

Wilfred and Bruce were both silent.

Meanwhile, outside in the hospital corridor, Jenna stood listening with her ear pressed to the door. She had a soda bottle in her hand that she had just bought from the vending machine down the hallway, and a stick of beef jerky for Wilfred in her other hand.

The voice was quiet, and she couldn't make out anything distinct, but she was sure no one else was in the room, so she knew it belonged to Ryan. Several times before, she had caught Ryan talking to himself – or at Wilfred, Jenna wasn't sure which. And Ryan was on a lot of medications right now; he had been in and out of consciousness every time she visited. Perhaps now he was simply hallucinating.

Jenna worried about him a lot. Now especially, since he had his accident. No matter what was going on in his head, he had never gotten himself this hurt or in this much trouble as long as she had known him. Sure, he did some strange things, like lie to her about the pot candy, but never before had she so badly questioned his state of mind. Not to mention Ryan's sister's thoughts on the accident.

She waited until there was a moment of silence, then knocked lightly and entered the small room. "Hi, Ryan!"

He jumped slightly when he heard her voice. Ryan glanced towards the window as if he expected someone to be there, and then shot a confused glance at Wilfred, then finally looked back at Jenna. "Jenna!"

"BEEK JERKY!" Wilfred shouted excitedly.

"Calm down, Wilfred." She smiled and approached Ryan's side. "Hi. So … how long have you been awake?"

"Only a few minutes. I actually feel very lucid, is there a doctor around?"

"Why don't you call him?" Jenna gestured towards the call button by his hand.

The mere effort of lifting his arm a little was difficult and painful. His fingers felt stiff as he pressed the button. He smiled shyly up at Jenna. "That was harder than it should have been."

"I bet that's the first time you've been able to say that, huh?" Wilfred added snidely. Ryan shot him a glare but said nothing.

"Beef jerky?" Wilfred questioned as he stared at the package in Jenna's hand. She finally unwrapped the jerky and handed it to Wilfred, who snatched it from her and ran to the corner of the room.

"Jeez Wilfy! How many times do I have to tell you to take things nicely?" Jenna shook her head.

"Just once more," Wilfred said around a mouthful of jerky.

Dr. Flatline walked in a minute later. "Well well Mr. Newman. You are looking much better today."

"I feel more awake than I have for a while. I just had some questions."

The doctor nodded. "Of course."

"You're not going to get the answers you need, Ryan," Wilfred mumbled, but Ryan ignored him.

"How did I get here? What happened to me?"

"You were brought in about two weeks ago by the paramedics after a vehicle … accident," Dr. Flatline began. "Both of your legs are broken – they were crushed by the dashboard. You will need several surgeries and will require a long recovery, but the hospital staff is hopeful that you will be able to walk again."

Ryan looked down, but his battered legs were covered with a bed sheet. He didn't think he could handle seeing them right now anyway.

"You have a range of other smaller injuries: two broken ribs on your left side that we already repaired, but they will be painful for another couple of months at the least. Various other minor scrapes, cuts, and bruises also, but nothing that concerned us as much as your legs or your head injury."

I guess that explains this stubborn headache.

Ryan glanced at Jenna, who looked sad and even a bit scared hearing the story of his accident again. He smiled at her, which seemed to cheer her up some.

"You hit your head on the windshield when the airbag in your steering wheel failed to deploy. We didn't notice any abnormalities on your CT scan, but some results of traumatic brain injury may not be visible on any scans," The doctor explained.

"Like what?"

"Well, memory loss, for one."

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