Amnesia (A Patrick Dempsey FanFic)

Chapter 31

Patrick's POV

"How is she?" I hear a man say as I look up at Michael walking towards me.

"She's in surgery. The knife cut through the kidney and gall bladder." I tiredly say.

"What happened?" He asks sitting next me.

"Amanda tried to kill her." I say leaning back in my seat.

"Are you serious?" He asks. I don't answer him back, instead it is just silent.

"Brooke never attacked her." I say. "You know she's not that kind of person, and you didn't even back her up? After all she's been through, this part is the best thing that ever happened to her."

"I, honestly, would believe it if she got in a fight. She's much more aggressive than she use to be." He says.

"Because of you. She's trying to adjust to this. She hasn't seen you in, God knows how long, and what have you done?" I question as I look at him aggressively, "You have found every possible reason to have her hate you, and it's hurting her. Yeah, she is only aggressive, because, here, her past is being shoved down her throat. Her best friend is getting surgery next week that will probably kill her, did you know that?"

"Hannah's getting surgery?" He asks looking at me with big eyes.

"Yeah, she has a spinal tumor. If she doesn't get the surgery then she dies, if she does get the surgery, there is a five percent chance of her living. And you assume her life is perfect. She's never gotten over her past and you expect her to get over it as soon as she sees you?" I say in anger, accusing him of all of her bad past.

"You don't think it affected me too?" He says.

"Well, it sure as hell doesn't look like it, especially that part where you moved away ten years ago and never said a word." I say.

"Because I had to move to LA-"

"You never said I love you. You never told your family about your marrage." I say pausing between each word.

"They didn't want me there. It's not like it would've made a difference though. I got bad grades, I did bad things, and my dad gave up on me. My dad didn't trust me to go to New York for film school, so he, my mom, and Brooke packed their bags and moved to New York with me. It was because of the move that my parents got divorced a year later, and my mom moved to Texas while I finished film school. Then I moved to LA, and I never got back in touch with them, until a year later, I get a call saying that my mom got shot by robbers. I didn't know what to do, so I just pushed it off to the side hoping I would forget about it, hoping it wasn't real." He says standing up and talking in front me. "I was buried in every thing. I was so buried, that even if I wanted to go back I couldn't because I knew, that I wouldn't be wanted. So I just ignored it-"

"You just ignored your family?" I say standing up, only about two feet away from him, "No calls, no texts."

"You don't know a damn thing about me." He says gritting his teeth.

"I know more than you." I say crossing me arms.

"No you don't." He says punching square in the face as I drag him to the ground. We both scramble, and continue to tackle and punch eachother until we are separated by several doctors.