Devon had hardly spoken to anyone after she had found out about her mother. She didn’t talk to her father, she only responded to questions from doctors and nurses with simple shakes of the head or shrugs. The only time she actually spoke was when a nurse was starting to get on her nerves and after the fourth time she told her what button to press if she needed anything she snapped and said, “I heard you the first time, can you please go now?” Normally Devon wouldn’t have been so rude, but currently in her mind Devon was still twelve years old, and hadn’t yet mastered manners and politeness, but even if she was in her own mindset she still probably wouldn’t have been very nice considering her situation.
She fell asleep with ease, mostly because that’s all she felt like doing. She didn’t want to eat, or talk, or even watch television. She just wanted to sleep the day away, because she thought maybe if she slept the day away she could sleep the pain away. Her behaviors were very similar to how she behaved when her mother first died when she actually was twelve years old. She became very depressed and melancholy and no matter what anyone tried she couldn’t escape it. When she heard someone approaching her room she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, it was probably just another nurse coming in to check up on her, and other than her mood she was doing just fine, so she thought if she was asleep they would leave her alone. When she heard her visitor say Clark her eyes shot open as she looked at the doorway and saw who was standing there. He definitely looked different, he looked older and was about foot taller than she remembered, but she’d recognize that red hair anywhere. This was Clark now. Her best friend. Her best friend since childhood. Her secret crush that she always had but never spoke up about. He was here for her now. It made Devon somewhat happy to see him, it was nice to know that they were still friends after six years. Seeing him now after not remembering the last six years made Devon almost feel like she had time-travelled into the future to see what her life was like in six years.
She smiled slightly at the sight of him and tried to sit up in her bed, “Hey Poodle,” she said, wondering if the nickname still stuck around into their teens or if this was the first time in years he had heard it. She looked at the flowers and her smile continued, it was nice to know that he cared enough to get her flowers. She shrugged at his question, “I’m okay,” she lied, she couldn’t think of a good way to put how she was feeling without exploding, so she just stuck with the general answer that was always given when someone was obviously not okay. “My head’s feeling a little bit better, but other than that nothing much else is happening.”
The look on Devon;s face when he entered the room was something that he couldn’t even describe. She just simply looked empty. Her eyes were full of sadness. In that moment, Clark wished he go back in time and stop this from happening. Seeing her in this state was heartbreaking. It reminded him of when they were younger, after her mother had died. Even then, he tried everything in his power to be her friend and bring her back to life. This time would be the same. She was the love of his life-- and all he wanted was to see her smiling.
As soon as he heard the nickname that he’d come to love, a blush formed on his cheeks, something that his red hair/fair skin combo had cursed him with. He sat in the chair next to her bed, scooting it closer, “That’s good, babe. Listen, before you know it, you’ll be outta this joint. I’m sure nothing in this room is helping your cognition.” He extended his hand to hold hers gently, smoothing his thumb over the back of her hand, “I brought some pictures for you to look at, wanna see them?” He asked, hoping that pictures from the last few years would help trigger something in her brain, and seeing the happy memories would bring her out of the trance she seemed to be in. Clark wanted her to know that her life was full of happiness at this point.
