This was written quite a while back. It was based on a prompt. If I can find it I will add it to the end of the post so as not to spoil the story.
“He’s stirring! Oh, thank goodness!”
Azlyn opened his emerald eyes sluggishly. The blurred image before him refused to focus, colored blobs shimmering, pulsating almost.
“Azlyn! Oh, Azlyn!” A hand clasped his own joyfully, “I’ve waited nearly two months for you to wake up!”
When he opened his mouth to speak, his throat was dry and his voice sickeningly froggy, “I can’t see you. Who are you?”
“Don’t you remember me?” A sharp stroke of pain oozed into his tone.
“No… Am I Azlyn?”
The shimmering blob shook, “Yes… Oh, Azlyn, I’m Talmir! I’m your best friend!”
“Excuse me, Mr. Boriska, I’m going to have to ask you to leave Mr. Conory’s room for now.”
“Doctor, can’t I please stay a bit longer?”
“No, Mr. Boriska, you must go. Mr. Conory needs medical assistance now that he has awakened.”
Talmir drove home from the hospital dejectedly. At least, he walked out of the hospital dejectedly. Once he was alone in the parking garage in his vehicle, he dialed an accomplice of his.
“Yes? What is it, Talmir?”
“Good,” Myra’s voice moves to sickly sweet at the news.
“Tomorrow I’ll visit him again.”
“Did they make you leave?”
“Mhm. Said no more visitors until tomorrow. He needs glasses or contacts, and he has amnesia.”
Myra laughed, a chilling sounds to any other ears, “Even better.”
A chuckle burbles in Talmir’s throat, “Which part?”
“Mostly amnesia, though possibly bad eyesight as well.”
“I’m about to be on the road, I’ll stop by your apartment to talk further.”
“Bye, Talmir,” silky smooth as usual…
Who am I? The thought echoed through Azlyn’s mind, echoing, echoing, echoing still.
No response. He simply had no notion of who Azlyn was, who he was. It was lost.
“Azlyn? Hello, Azlyn? Are you listening to me?”
Azlyn snapped out of his stupor to see Talmir’s cloudy blue eyes close to his own bright green ones.
“Sorry… What were you saying?”
Talmir shook his head with a sigh, “So you weren’t listening… Tomorrow you leave the hospital. Where will you go?”
“I don’t know… I’ve been told my parents are dead… And all my other relatives… they’re too far away. They don’t even know about the accident.”
Talmir took Azlyn’s hand, “You could stay with me, Az. I could try to help you remember, and if you can’t, I could help you start over. Figure out who you are now. Y’know?”
“Not really… I have no idea who I am, I don’t know you – sorry – I don’t know anyone right now! How can I go back to life when I don’t know where I’ve been or what I’ve done, when I feel like my own name is unfamiliar!”
Talmir looked away forlornly, “I don’t know, Az. I don’t know either.”
Azlyn removed his hand from Talmir’s grasp, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know that I could live with someone it feels that I’ve never met.”
“At least stay with me until you have a better plan, until you get back on your feet.”
“All right. But only until then.”
“Myra, great news. Azlyn is staying with me until he can afford his own place.”
Myra pecked his cheek, “Good. Try to keep him there.”
“So far he’s had no luck landing a job. No one wants to hire someone with amnesia.”
She laughed her chilling laugh, “Better still for us. Better still.”
Talmir smiles, lacing his fingers with hers as they stroll through the deserted park.
“He may eventually catch on, you know. That would not work well.”
“No… Just never let him know that he’s a billionaire, never let him know.”
“Of course. No one will ever know. Except us.”
Myra stopped walking, pulling him into a swift, noxious kiss under the trees before slipping away toward her sleek black convertible.
“Azlyn? Az? Are you here?”
Silence, a wide nefarious smile formed on Talmir’s lips.
“All the better,” he mumbled, pulling an orange envelope from his backpack.
Talmir signed Azlyn Conory on the bank note, but he had just finished when the door opened.
“Hi Talmir… What is that?” Azlyn came closer, and seeing his name on the paper, he looked at Talmir incredulously, “Talmir, what have you not been telling me?”
Talmir set the paper and envelope on the counter, stalking to his bedroom.
“What!” Talmir shuddered at Myra’s anger, even over the phone.
“He walked in when I was signing the papers…”
“How could you be so careless!” She was shouting in his ear.
“I… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t fix this. We were going to be RICH, RICH! You’ve RUINED everything!” She hissed then screamed.
Talmir quickly hung up, unable to take her rage.
What have I done? he thought. Azlyn obviously won’t trust me… I might go to jail. Talmir froze. I might go to jail. I might go to jail. I might gotojail. Imightgotojail. The thought repeated endlessly, blurring together.