She shined the light into his eye and he blinked at how bright it was. Jeez, he’d only hit his head, what was the reason for any of this? He looked over at the guy that had stood at his side the entire time. It was quite clear to him who that person was; he had to be. He had been there when he’d woken up, he had called his name, and he knew what that meant. The guy noticed him staring and he smiled. She looked at him too, and he wasn’t all that upset about it, maybe because he knew her, too.
“Scott, when is your birthday?” she asked.
He shrugged, still smiling that kind of dopey, maybe a little clueless, smile. “I don’t know,” he replied cheerily.
She looked upset with him at that answer, and his smile faded into a tiny frown. He looked at him, who tried to smile reassuringly at him.
“What’s my name, Scott?” she tried this time.
“I don’t know,” he said, a little less enthusiastically.
She continued with the questions, but each one warranted an “I don’t know”, and after every single one she began to lose hope that he knew anything about himself, this much he could tell from the look in her eyes. He wished he could tell her what she wanted to know; what she wanted him to know and wished he did know and understand. But his eyes, his eyes kept traveling back to him, who looked just as disgruntled as she did.
When she started asking questions about him he sat up a little straighter, let his eyes travel to his a little more often.
“Who is he?” she asked. He replied immediately.
“My boyfriend,” he smiled.
They looked at each other, and he wondered why she looked like that. That was obviously the correct answer. If he knew one thing for sure, it was that he was his boyfriend.
“Scott, what’s his name?” she asked.
He hesitated, trying to find something in his blank mind to tell him what his name was… but he pulled up nothing.
“But… he’s my boyfriend…” he looked between them, and he was blushing a bit. She took a step back, looking at him.
“I’m gonna go find the psychiatrist,” she said, “stay with him and make sure he doesn’t leave the room.”
She left and he looked back at him. He smiled a bit, sitting on the medical bed next to him. He watching him with a bit of a curious look in his eyes.
“You’re my boyfriend… right?” he asked him.
He glanced at the door, and then nodded. “Yeah, Scott. I’m your boyfriend.”