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•6 Tall Figures•

POV: Nick

Sitting in the hospital room, I watched as the male doctor walked in for what felt like the hundredth time today. It was strange, knowing that just half an hour ago, I had no knowledge of my existence, let alone the existence of my brothers. The doctor's words lingered in my mind as he informed me that my brothers were here to see me. Despite the doctor's reassurance, there was still a sense of unease that washed over me. How could I not remember my own brothers?

The door swung open, and my attention shifted towards the entrance. Six tall figures stood before me, their eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and relief. They must be my brothers, I thought to myself as I took in their appearance. There was a familiarity about them that I couldn't quite place, and it only added to the confusion swirling within me.

One of the younger-looking brothers stepped closer, his voice filled with warmth and a touch of familiarity. "Hello, Nico," he greeted, using a name that seemed to strike a chord within me. The name resonated, but I couldn't grasp the memories associated with it.

"Umm, hello?" I replied, unable to shake off the strangeness of conversing with people who knew me when I couldn't even remember them myself. "How are you?"

The brother who had spoken initially replied, "Good. How about you?"

"Good," I replied, unsure if it was the truth. "Do you remember anything?" he asked, genuine concern etched across his face.

I shook my head, my expression void of any recollection. "Nothing," I confessed, meeting his gaze. Their collective reaction spoke volumes; there was a shared concern that deepened the mystery surrounding my lost memories.

"Can I know your names, ooor?" I asked, trying to inject some semblance of normalcy into the situation. It seemed strange to be surrounded by people who held so much significance in my life yet were complete strangers to me.

They exchanged glances before one of them cleared his throat. "I'm Jasper, your oldest brother and legal guardian," he introduced himself, revealing something that left me with more questions than answers. Legal guardian? Did that mean our parents were no longer alive?

"Are our parents dead?" I blurted out, my curiosity getting the better of me. The shock in their eyes was evident, and I quickly realized I had touched upon a sensitive subject. The impact of my question hung heavily in the room, but I decided not to press for further information. It would only serve to make everyone uncomfortable.

Jasper's voice broke the silence, confirming my fears with a heavy heart. "Yes, they are," he said solemnly.

"How?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Perhaps it was a morbid curiosity, but I needed to know.

"Car accident," one of my brothers replied, their words stumbling out a little too quickly, signaling their discomfort with the topic. It was obvious they were withholding something, but I chose not to pry. Some secrets were better left untouched.

As the silence lingered, I took a deep breath, attempting to diffuse the tension that had enveloped the room. "I guess it's my turn," I offered half-heartedly, wanting to steer the conversation in a more lighthearted direction. "My name is Nick."

They all looked at me with a mixture of emotions, understanding the weight of the situation. It was like I had become a stranger within my own family, and the unfamiliarity gnawed at me.

One of my brothers, Michael, broke the heaviness in the room, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nice to officially meet you, Nick. I'm Michael, the second oldest at 24."

A wave of relief washed over me as I registered the genuine warmth in his tone. We may have been living in a world of shared memories, but in that moment, there was hope for new beginnings.

Matteo, the next in line, introduced himself, his gaze averted as though there was an unspoken tension between us. "My name is Matteo, and I'm 22."

The introductions continued as Austin and Alex, my twin brothers, chimed in one after the other. "I'm Austin," one of them said while the other added, "And I'm Alex. We're both 17."

The familiar faces became less unfamiliar as each brother revealed their name and age. However, despite their efforts to bridge the gap that existed within my memories, the void remained. My heart ached with the knowledge that I had missed out on years of shared experiences and bonds formed.

As the introductions concluded, an awkward silence settled in the room, leaving an uncomfortable heaviness in the air. It was Lucas, the youngest among us, who broke the silence in the most unexpected way.

"Who wants to play Uno?" he suddenly exclaimed, his excitement tangible.

Austin couldn't help but chuckle at Lucas' enthusiasm. "Did you seriously take it with you?" he asked, his disbelief evident.

Lucas, wearing a mischievous grin, nodded proudly. "Of course," he replied, his smugness spreading across his face.

Confusion crossed my features at the mention of Uno. "What's that?" I inquired, unknowingly peering into another gap created by my absent memories.

Lucas' eyes lit up, and he quickly explained the rules of the game, seizing the opportunity to immerse me in a shared experience. As the concept began to sink in, I realized that playing Uno could be the bridge connecting the broken pieces of my forgotten past with a newfound sense of unity.

"Okay," I responded with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, willing to embrace the unknown alongside my brothers.

And with that, we all gathered around my bed, the Uno cards spread out before us. The hours blurred as laughter and shouts filled the hospital room. Despite the uncertainty surrounding my existence, those moments of shared joy allowed me to catch a glimpse of the love and bond we once shared. In that simple card game, I found a sense of belonging, a sweet taste of the family that had been buried within the recesses of my lost memories.

As we laughed and played, the walls of the hospital room faded away, replaced by a newfound sense of unity and hope. The road to rediscovery and rebuilding the bonds of brotherhood stretched out before me, and I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of excitement at the possibilities that lay ahead.

But something still felt off. Like they were hiding something or were withdrawing the truth. What actually happened to our parents? And why can't I remember my brothers?

I mean, I know I have lost my memories, but shouldn't I have a feeling of knowing or remembering them in some way? I have a weird feeling about them..

Really weird...
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Hope y'all liked this chapter. I'm sorry again, for taking so long to update. I promise I'll try to get better!