The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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Hezekiah's "Yes," Came out the same time Alexander's "She's not," Did.

He watched as the dark skinned muscular man turned to the blond haired one, his face holding a pleading look though Alexander didn't bother to look at him as he said, his voice curt, "The Doctor said that Alex has been suffering from— From painful headaches for a while. Do you know if that's true?"

Marcos gave a small nod, his eyes moving from Hezekiah to Alexander as he answered, "S-She used to take her pills for that. That they were like migraines and she needed them. Sometimes she took more than necessary, but she swore she would stop. She promised—" His heart lurched and he choked on his words, the rest coming out in a flush. "Is that what happened? Did she overdose again and it's affecting her?"

"She didn't take any drugs," Alexander replied.

Marcos stared, his eyes blinking. "What?"

"It seems like the... Migraines had been going on for some months and she had refused to take them," Alexander's face stayed impassive but it was clear from the way he was speaking he was shaken as well. "The Doctor thinks— He says, when the pain seemed too much for her, she was about to cave in and take some but... But her body couldn't take the strain anymore and she fell, hitting her head somewhere hard in the process."

She has been refusing to take her drugs? Why—?

Marcos paused. Alex was afraid she would overdose. That— That had to be the only reason. That— That perhaps, if they were getting better. She wanted to be too.

He looked up at them now, "But she didn't pass out immediately, she called me—"

Hezekiah turned to him now, his attention now high and alert as he asked "What did she say?'

Marcos stared at him, his lips quivering, "She said that she loved me," His hand shaking. "U-Us, B-But she's— She's acting different and I don't—"

"Retrograde amnesia,"

Marcos turned to Alexander, his breath feeling like it had been knocked out. "What?"

"It means she has lost some memories before the amnesia," Paris answered, stepping up beside Marcos. His jaw remained clenched, his green eyes now looking like green hard stones. "Am I correct?"

Hezekiah nodded, his hand moving out to brush the beards on his chin. "Yes. And this memories... Are about two or three years behind."

"T-Three years—"

"Alexandra was once in a minor accident with her Father and— Adriana, when she was fifteen. Nothing major, just the car swerving off the road and her hitting her head on the car window," Alexander stated. "Apparently, Alex never remembered this happening and it used to be a cause of concern but now—"

"Her memory resumes from that point," Paris completed, his eyes glancing between the both of them. "So you're saying she thinks she was in a car accident? How does Alia fit in this?"

"They were childhood friends, and Alex kept asking for her after she woke up. I didn't think— I didn't know they had something going on before they stopped talking," Hezekiah stated, his frown deepening.