Jim’s voice was always on the man’s. It seemed so familiar, so soothing, a voice that seemed so common to his ears but yet the man’s face seemed so distant. Jim tightened the grip slightly with the man’s hand as doctors and nurses surrounded him, this stranger clearly the only thing that was good in his life before…well, this.
For a moment, Jim turned his attention to the doctors as they asked him questions. The more questions he was asked, the more terrified he became. Of all the questions they asked him, he couldn’t answer one.
He was glad when the doctors and nurses left, Jim finally feeling he was able to breath. He watched them as they went out the door and felt the man next to his bed squeeze his hand. Slowly he turned to look at their hands as they lay on the bed, their fingers intertwined.
His eyes slowly rose to look into the man’s eyes once more, not wanting to answer his question. He didn’t know his name, and fucking hell, that terrified him. Instead, he turned his attention to the door as more people came in to do tests and examine him once more.
Soon enough however, they left the two in peace, hopefully for longer than a few minutes this time. Although, in a way, he hoped the doctors would return, that way, he wouldn’t have to answer this stranger's questions, he wouldn’t have to face the truth that he had no idea who this man was.
Jim shook his head in reply to the man’s question. “No.” he said eventually, his voice dry and hoarse. “I-” he paused as his breathing became heavier. “I don’t remember.”
He removed his hand from the other man’s before slowly running his hands through his hair as he clenched his teeth, a mixture of emotions beginning to over come him.
"Why the fuck don’t I remember?" he whispered, turning his head slightly to the side to look at the man.
