When I open my eyes a bright light blinds me, making me close them as fast as I had opened them. I was laying down  on a bed, and as I try to sit up but a shooting pain shot through my side, forcing me back down. Then I remembered the events of the last 24 hours. Coming to New York with caleb, getting separated from my brother, the car, the alley, the phone call, and .... LUKE! I  wondered if he was ok and why I cared so much about that delinquent, or why he was so familiar to me. Then what seemed to be a nurse walked in and noticed I was awake, she bolted out of the door. Probably getting a doctor, OR someone who would want to kill me, unlikely, BUT still very possible. I am definitely not going to bypass the idea, after all I did just get shot.
    "Good morning Miss. Fox" said the guy who just entered the room. Definitely a doctor, he is too polite to be a killer. Not that I have met a killer before. Not unless you count seeing them on TV.
    "Miss. Fox? Are you ok?" he was right next to me right now, and asking stupid questions, I just got shot! I am not ok! Geez!
    "Ya, fine. Where am I?" I look away from him.
    "You are at Grey Hospital." Ok, sweet I won't die soon. I ask him to help me sit up and he situates me so that I am confident and not hurting my wound. Then I noticed my brother sitting in the chair asleep. He probably refused to leave me. There was another figure in the doorway. My brother stirs in his sleep trying to get comfy, with no success. The other figure moves into the light. We look into eachothers eyes.
    "Hey Layla. I know you probably don't want to see me since I was the one who caused you to get shot, but I just want to say that I am so so sorry. Please forgive me?" He put his head in his hands.
    "Come here." I waved the doctor away, as Luke pulled up a chair and sat down. His eyes red from crying, bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep, and regret that clouded his beautiful blue eyes. Why did all these things ruin his beautiful eyes? He doesn't even know me. Right?
    "Did you pull the trigger Luke?"  I grabbed his hand and he looked at me, confused.
    "No, but...." I cut him off.
    "Then me getting shot was not your fault. Now that is over with, can I ask you a question?" he looked like he wanted to fight back. To tell me that it was his fault, but instead he just held my hand back and said.
    "Sure."
    "Why do you seem so sad? When I was shot I mean." He closed his eyes, thinking.
    "So you don't remmember me after all. I guess you did lose your memory in that accident." How he knew about my accident last year I have no clue.
    "Ya, I know about your accident last year and that you didn't remember anything that happened in the past year." he said like he was reading my mind. I was confused, was he in the year gap in my memory?
    "January 1 2003, is when I visited virginia for a year on vacation. At the time I was 16...." I interrupted him, he was slightly annoyed, but let me continue.
    "So did I meet you in high school?" I questioned.
    "No, at the time I had already dropped out of school. Now if I could finish please, no more interrupting," he said before continuing on with the story.