once again, sorry about the long wait! the last two weeks have been CRAZY! you don't even know! but, i managed to finish this chapter. unfortunately, i didn't proof-read, i only spell checked, so excuse the mistakes. you guys are seriously the sweetest and the best! your reviews make me sooo happy! so thank you all, really! okay, that's enough. just read the story! :)

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Beck sat in his hospital bed watching the television on the wall. He had some sort of comedy show on, but he had lost interest a while ago. A male nurse walked in with his dinner. He recognized him as a man name Shaun.

"Brought you some dinner, bud." He had gotten to know Shaun pretty well while he was here, and he was one of his favorite nurses. Some of the women could be a little snappy.

"Hope it's better than last night's." Beck joked, examining what was on the tray. It looked pretty harmless. A grilled cheese sandwich, some tomato soup, and some pudding for desert.

"So where's the little lady?" Shaun was currently doing a quick check of Beck's vitals.

"Who, Jade?"

Shaun shrugged. "I don't know her name. The feisty on with black hair." This made Beck laugh.

"Her family's having dinner parties this weekend and she apparently needs to be there. I won't see her again until I go home."

Shaun had finished looking at the machine and now stood near Beck's bed as he took a bite of his sandwich, cheese oozing out one side. "So she's your girlfriend?"

Beck smirked. "You got her eye on her?"

Shaun held his hands up in defense. "She's a little young for me. I'm just asking because she's been here everyday."

"Well, I guess she is-"

"But?"

"It's complicated."

Shaun clapped a hand on Beck's back, obviously ready to make an exit. "It doesn't have to be, man." With that, he left the room.

Jade sat at the table in her dad's dining room. She was in a black dress. Her father told her not to wear black, but when has she ever listen to him? She was stuck sitting at the end of the table beside her step-thing and she wasn't sure she'd make it through the weekend, let alone tonight. While the first course was being served, she almost poured her water on top of the annoying lady who spoke loudly enough for Jade to hear her conversation about her second husband's new girlfriend all the way at the other end of the table. During the second course, she almost stabbed the woman who called her sweetie with her fork. Desert was now being served and all she wanted to do was get out of here. A glass full of some sort of layered mousse was set in front of her. She stuck her spoon in it and pushed it around so it looked like she ate some of it. She turned to her father. "Dad." She waited impatiently for him to finish listening to some other guy talk.

"May I be excused?"

"You barely touched your desert." He said sternly.

Jade gritted her teeth. "I'm already full."

"Have some more of your desert sweetheart." He answered in a stone-cold voice. She bit back the words she was ready to yell and turned angrily towards the table again. What was she, five? Two more bites sweetie. Then you can go play. She couldn't take much more or she would snap.

Her dad made her stay and chat politely until ten. She then went upstairs to take a shower. She washed the makeup from her face and lathered shampoo in her hair, hoping to wash away some of her anger. When she stepped out, she wrapped a towel around her body and went to her room, shutting and locking her door. By the time she changed into black pajama pants and a tank top, she saw that it was getting a little late. She had promised Beck that she would call him. She also had a feeling that her dad would come knocking on her door to make sure that she was actually sleeping instead of "rudely leaving their guests". She grabbed her phone and sat on her bed, scrolling through the first few contacts until she found Beck's name. She put the phone next to her ear and waited for him to answer.

"I thought you forgot." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Are you saying I'm forgetful?" Jade asked, her usual angry tone.

"I don't want to talk to you if you're going to be mean. I could be sleeping right now."

"Too bad." Jade snapped. She caught a glimpse of the time on her digital clock on her nightstand. "I can't talk long. My dad's going to come up and make sure I'm sleeping soon."

"Just fake it."

"What's that? Is Beck Oliver advocating lying to your parents?" Jade's tone then turned more serious. "I'll probably get kicked of the house if he found out that I lied to get out of his stupid dinner. And I have to go through another one tomorrow. It's not even like he likes me, so why do I have to be here?"

The other line was quiet for a minute and Jade was about to check her phone and see if the call had been dropped when she heard Beck speak softly. "Don't say that?"

"Don't say what?" Jade asked, confused.

"Don't say he doesn't like you. Of course he does, he's your father."

"Beck, you wouldn't remember, but he really doesn't. Neither or my parents like me. That's why my mom left. I'm not even sure why he keeps me around when he could have-"

"Jade, stop it." Beck's tone was stern, something she wasn't too used to. "Just.." He sighed. "Just don't say that stuff, okay? Let's just talk like we normally do?" Jade began laughing, making Beck confused now. "What?" He questioned.

"There's nothing normal here, Beck." Now Beck was laughing lightly. Once they both calmed down, they began to talk "normally".

"How was dinner?" He joked. Wrong question.

"There was this lady who would not shut up! I almost stabbed her with my fork."

"Jade." Beck chastised.

"What? I didn't actually stab her!" She defended. She checked the clock. With a sigh, she began to end the conversation. "I have to go. He'll be checking in soon."

"Okay." Jade noticed the exhausted tone in Beck's voice. "Be good." He joked, once more.

"Don't tell me what to do." Jade snapped, as usual.

" 'Night."

"Goodnight."

Beck and his parents were about to meet with his a doctor and a psychotherapist to talk about plans for once he returns home. His parents were sitting in chair on either side of him, and his doctor walked into the room with another man.

"Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, this is Dr. Bauer. He's the psychotherapist that will be talking with us about how to approach this new obstacle in Beck's life." Dr. Bauer shook hands with the three of them while Beck's doctor, Dr. Shafer, stood with a clipboard tucked under his arm.

Dr. Bauer spoke up. "I'd like to talk to Beck alone so I can better understand the circumstances." With that, Dr. Shafer and Beck's parents left the room. Dr. Bauer, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, sat in the chair Beck's mom had just been in.

"A situation like this can be very frustrating." Dr. Bauer began. Beck laughed.

"You're telling me."

He relaxed a bit as a smile spread across the doctor's face. "On a scale of one to ten, how stressful has your life been since you woke up from the accident?"

Beck exhaled and though for a moment. "Probably about a 6. Some days are easier than others."

"That's not too bad. Have you had any people you knew in the past visit you?"

"My friends." Beck nodded.

"How often did you see them?"

"They came about twice a week." Beck felt his cheeks flush a bit as he said the next sentence. "And Jade was here every day."

"Who is Jade?" The doctor pried, trying to get a grasp on the situation.

Beck tried to too look like he was blushing, but it probably wasn't working very well. "Well," he began, "she was my girlfriend, or is my girlfriend, but it's a bit complicated."

"Do you remember her?"

Beck ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "Not at all. That's what's so frustrating."

Dr. Bauer asked Beck more about what he remembered and how the memories came back. He was trying to figure out if something triggered them or if they were spontaneous. After a few more minutes, he called Dr. Shafer and Beck's parents back in. He spoke in a hushed voice to Dr. Shafer briefly and it seemed that they had reached a decision.

"We both agree that it would be best to get Beck back into his regular routine." Dr. Shafer explained. "In some cases, when a patient got back into the routine of carrying out life as they had before, it jogged their memory." He saw Beck's face light up a bit. "Unfortunately, this is not to say that it will be a definite solution. Every case is different. For some people, it takes hours, weeks, months, even years to regain their memory and some people never do. All we can do is try." The family and the two doctors spoke for a few more minutes before they were finished. Beck's hope had kind of been squashed by the doctor's explanation.

Yet another torturous night of dinner. Jade hated the green soup she was served, as well as the weird, miniature chicken, and she voiced her opinion the whole night. This only earned her glares from her father and pleading requests from her step-mother. "Jade, sweetheart, please calm down. I'm sorry you didn't enjoy that course, but a better one is on its way." She attempted to soothe the angry teen.

"Don't ever call me sweetheart." Jade said through gritted teeth, trying to act civil as Beck had instructed. She sat at her seat in yet another black dress and stabbed at the carrots on her plate with a fork. I should put this in a blender and fill water balloons with it to throw at cars. She came up with "fun" ideas while she pretended to enjoy the meal. She thought about carving something with profanities into the table, but did not feel like dealing with the repercussions.

When the clock stroke 11:00, she walked over to her father.

"I'm going to my room."

"Jade-" He began to tell her otherwise, but as usual, she stood her ground.

"I'm going upstairs. Now." With that, she turned on her heel and smirked as she heard someone make a sarcastic remark about how pleasant his daughter was.

She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth before changing into some pajamas and lying in bed, grabbing her phone. She sent the call and held the phone by her ear.

"Long time no talk."

"You're so lame." She laughed.

"You like it." Beck laughed. "So, how was dinner?" Again, bad question. He likes to hear her rant.

"First off, the served split pea soup. Who the hell wants green soup? And then, they served me this tiny little chicken. Again, what the hell? Why not just make a regular chicken? I don't want to eat around the bones! That's like leaving the tails on shrimp!" She took a breath to calm down. "My dad tried to tell me I wasn't going to my room at 11:00. Excuse me? I've never listen to him before. Why would I now?"

"I'm glad to hear that you had a good time."

"I hate you." Jade growled.

"No you don't." Beck answered.

"Well what'd you do today Mr. Fun?" Jade asked, readjusting in bed.

"I went to the amusement park, and the movies, and-"

"You're such a liar. You barely leave your room."

Beck was smiling and Jade could hear it in his tone. "I know. But I did watch a movie that had an amusement park in it. We met with Dr. Shafer and this psychotherapist."

"Psychotherapist?"

"Yeah, he deals with people like me all the time."

"Oh, people that are weird and lame?"

"You're mean words hurt." Beck teased.

The two talked for another hour or so and Jade began to feel her eyelids get heavy. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep them open. Just for a moment. She told herself this as she let them close.

After a few minutes of hearing no answer to his last statement, Beck checked to see if she was still there. "Jade?" No answer. "Jade?" He asked once more. He waited a few more seconds and he heard her breath slowly. Was she..sleeping? Beck laughed. "Goodnight." He pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up.