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Fiction: Re-introduction (674 words)

11 Oct

Lydia came into the hospital room quietly  Everyone was assuring her that she was supposed to be there, that Fitz wanted to see her, but she still couldn’t help but feel like she was trespassing in one way or another.

But Fitz sat up in bed and gave her a smile and for a moment if felt like nothing had happened.  For a moment, Lydia could almost believe that her brother hadn’t completely ruined her life.  But then Fitz extended a hand.  “Hi.  I know you already know, but it feels weird to not introduce myself.  I’m Fitz.”

Lydia gave him her best smile.  “I’m Lydia.” She shook his hand.

“Hello, Lydia,” Fitz indicated to the chair next to his bed, and Lydia sat down.  “Okay, Lydia, lets not mince words here. Don’t tip toe around me, or try to probe and figure out what I remember.  I remember nothing.  Tell me point-blank how I know you, and we’ll go from there.”

Lydia chuckled at that.  Whatever Timothy did to his memory, Fitz was still Fitz, and there was something amazing in itself.  That mean there was still hope to try to fix this, no matter how small that hope would be.  Lydia desperately wanted to fix it.

“Well, okay.  I’m Lydia, and we know each other because I am dating Tristian, who is best friends with Andre who is-“Lydia trailed off.  It was just too strange to tell Fitz who his husband was.  Too much.

“—who is Andre,” Fitz finished for her.  “Yes, that is its own level of complicated.  We won’t get into that now,” Fitz studied her for a second as if he was trying to commit what Lydia said before to memory.  “Now, if you don’t mind me asking—earlier I heard you talking to Andre saying I should hate you—that we should both hate you.  Why is that?  Were we in some sort of argument before all of this started?  Some offense that I can’t remember but we should resolve anyways?”

Lydia took a deep breath.  She had already decided that she was going to be completely honest with Fitz, but that didn’t make it any easier to say.  “You should hate me because my brother did this to you.  I had the chance to kill him, but I couldn’t, and within the week he had done this to you.  He thought he was getting Tristian, thinking that would be the worst punishment for me. But either way, you are only like this because my brother and I are on opposite sides of a war and you got caught in the crossfire.  I am so, so sorry.”

Fitz sat in silence for a long time.  Lydia didn’t dare move or say anything else until Fitz had processed all of that—or at least as much as he could.  It was a lot to take in.

“I can’t say I’m happy with this information,” Fitz finally said slowly, “It’s not fair that I am like this, and it’s not fair that your involvement is part of it—however small that involvement is.  But, even though I cannot remember my family—I don’t think I could kill them.  The thought of trying is turning my stomach.  So that much I understand,” Fitz was silent for a second more, “Tell me, Lydia.  Do you think your cause is just in this war?”

That was an easy answer. “Yes. Yes, with all my heart, I know we are in the right.”

Fitz nodded, “And your Tristian? He believes you’re in the right?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“And my Andre?” Fitz asked timidly this time, “My Andre too?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Fitz sighed, “Okay. Then we are okay, Lydia.  I’d like to see you again but right now—I need to rest.  I’m sorry to cut this short but…”

Lydia was already up and out of her chair, “No, no. I understand. I’ll see you again when you’re ready.”

Fitz nodded, and shut his eyes before he put his head back on his pillow.

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Posted by on October 11, 2015 in Lydia's Stories

 

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