Faces and masks: If i'm with you

Part 2

— In the order. - a young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a homely gray dress, answered.

— Yes, you're right, mom, I'll survive. He's been in a million worse scrapes than this. - Larry said with a nervous smile, remembering Fisher's old life again.

Emily whispered, sitting down on the bed beside him and taking his hand in hers, holding it tightly. It was pale and not very large, almost like hers, with smooth, pointed nails. She put her other hand on his head, where the wet cloth was now, and her hand glowed lilac from finger to wrist, allowing the bruise and lump to dissolve quickly.

— Yeah. That's why they say that even monkeys fall from trees. And sayings can sometimes come in handy. — dark brown banged his fist on the palm of your hand, quietly chuckling. Johnson still tried to remain calm, but he did not succeed. Trembling hands, sweaty palms and fear in brown eyes.

Emily saw and felt it all, looking sadly at her friend, glancing now and then from him to Sally. She ran her hand over the soft blue strands of hair that glinted silver in the sunlight, and she sighed, tightening her grip on his hand. There were tears at the corners of her eyes.

- "Please wake up, Sally. Please!

- "He talks such nonsense... when it's obvious how worried he is. Just like his father. - with a sad smile, thought the woman, looking at his son and his girlfriend.

Then the boy's eyelids fluttered and he slowly removed the wet cloth from his forehead, along with the strands of hair that clung to it.

— What the hell?" — he murmured, opening his blue eyes, which seemed blue in the light.

"He's awake!" - the gray eyes widened. She wanted to throw herself at him, but she didn't have time. Larry did it instead, no less frightened.

"Hooray! You're awake! Thank God! - exclaimed brown-haired, causing not frail shock have casualty's.

"What?"! - he cried, rising from the bed and throwing off his arms, before pulling his hand from someone's fingers. The girl sitting next to him jumped, looking at him with surprise and a little fear.

- "Um ... who the hell are you? And why am I so cold? - he asked, looking at the brown-haired man. But when he felt the same cold on his shoulder, he turned abruptly and froze, meeting gray eyes filled with concern for him.

- "Are you all right, Sally?" - a very beautiful girl, who looked to be his age, asked cautiously. Her long red hair was pulled back in a thick braid, her bangs uneven, her eyes gray, her skin pale, her figure slender. Dressed in a dark blue knee-length dress with long sleeves.

The guy looked at her in the eyes, trying to figure out why she seems so familiar to him. Why did her pulse quicken and her cheeks flush when she looked at her? And why did it hurt to look at her worried face? And also the most important question... Why doesn't he remember anything?

"Where am I? What am I doing here? -  he asked, finally breaking free of those gray eyes,

- "What do you mean, Sally?" - Larry asked, slapping him on the shoulder. The blue eyes filled with even greater incomprehension.

"Sally? Is that my name?" - Fisher said thoughtfully, looking around the room and the people in it as if he had never seen them before.

"Looks like he's got amnesia... Probably from hitting his head."-   Lisa said thoughtfully, looking at her son's friend with sadness and regret.

"Amnesia?! - brown-haired man exclaimed in amazement.

"Amnesia...? Is that "amnesia" when you lose your memory?! It can't be! Sally lost his memory?! And forgot Larry and ... me...?

- "Well... maybe it's only temporary. -  Lisa tried to reassure them. — At worst... forever. Worst of all, if we rush things. Let him recover gradually, day by day. Larry, Emily, help him. - as soon as the woman finished speaking, everyone started at the same time at the loud sound of breaking glass. It was a glass plate of water that had fallen from the dresser, into which a cloth was dipped and placed on the victim's forehead.

Emily stood silently in place, his head bowed so that her bangs were covering her face and clenching his fists. Her shoulders were shaking, as was her body. Brown-haired with concern watched on it, perfectly understanding, in what she now able, and Sally with amazement. He didn't know what was going on, didn't know this girl, even though he liked her immediately, and more than that... didn't know why it hurt to see her like this.

"I'm sorry," - she whispered, running out of the room. Only the tip of the braid, tied with a blue handkerchief, flashed after her in the doorway.

— What's the matter with her?" - Sally finally ventured, looking at where she was standing. - "Is she... always like that?"

— No. - Larry looked down, not sure how to explain it to his memory-impaired best friend.

"It hurts her to know you've forgotten her."