After Us: Part 4

-no POV!-

'Tick, tick, tick, tick.'

The clock on the wall made Toby flinch with every second that passed. A sudden knock on his door made him jump, and the way he'd been shaking since he was brought in hadn't gotten any better. Slender had found him outside, and he had gone from curled up in the leaves to curled up in Slenders lap, where he still was. "Come in." Slender replied as EJ walked through the door, pausing when he saw Toby clinging to Slender like a small child to its mother. That brought back memories...

EJ cleared his throat so Toby would look up, and when he did, it made EJ wince. "She's going to wake up soon..." He said quietly. "I think it would be good if you were the first person she saw." Slender looked down at Toby, who looked up at him, and gave him a nod. Toby slid off Slenders lap and walked out of the room, grabbing EJ's hand as he passed by. "Will she be okay?" He whispered. EJ hesitated, stopping in front of the room (y/n) was in. "Look, Toby..." He started, sounding pained. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he fiddled with his scalpel he pulled out if his pocket. "I-I had to do something. She was unconscious, and she was a stranger, and she couldn't feel pain, so..." He met Toby's gaze, who looked at him like 'what the hell man?!' "No, not that, damnit! You almost killed her!"

"I had to do some medical shit okay? Toby, you'll be lucky if she survives, and if she remembers you I swear ill start believing in god. In other words, don't be surprised if she doesn't know who you are for a few years, if not forever." Toby looked at him like he just jabbed a hatchet through his heart. EJ sighed and squeezed his hand. "Sorry bro. But hey, there is a chance she'll remember... and ill help ya the whole time, no matter what happens." with that, EJ pushed open the door and let Toby walk in.

Toby took a deep breath and walked through the door, letting out a shaky breath and tearing up at the sight of you again. There you were, (h/l) (h/c) hair falling perfectly around your face. Your (e/c) eyes were closed as you breathed slowly, almost peacefully, as if you were just sleeping. That's all you were... Sleeping. Toby silently walked to the side of your bed and kneeled down, fumbling with his hands as he fought back tears at the thought that you were like this because of him. it worked for a good three seconds before he started shaking, wiping away a tear or two quickly. 'What if she doesn't wake up after all? DAMNIT TOBY YOU FUCKING IDIOT!'

Meanwhile, you blinked, skull pounding. Your vision was blurry, which startled you, because you didn't know how you got to wherever you were, or know who you were for that matter. It also scared you when a weight on the bottom of your bed suddenly vanished. A steady ticking filled the room, but the soft noise was actually somewhat comforting. Familiar, almost. When your vision finally cleared, what you saw surprised you. There was a young boy, 17 maybe, at your side. His cheeks were dusted with red, and his deep, chocolate brown eyed were filled with worry.

The boy opened his mouth, then closed it, then did it again, obviously overwhelmed with the situation. You did a quick once over with him. He was cute, with orange tinted goggles in a mess of dark brown hair. He wore a brown sweatshirt, and was obviously in some way aware and thankful of your previous existence, whenever that was. There was a name that came to mind, but it was mixed up and foreign to you. For a minute you looked confused, then shook your head and sighed. You hugged him, and he eagerly hugged back, but even when it felt so right... You didn't know him! "I... I'm sorry..." You whispered. "But I just don't know who you are..."

Maybe he was your boyfriend? Ugh, you just didn't know!

"... Can we just be friends for now?" You asked cautiously. The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of you, giving a broken smile.

"I would like that very much." He replied.