The more she spoke, the more the tinged feeling resurrected his memories. Images and thought began to resurface, but they were incoherent and the sense of time was gone. There was a snowball effect going on, his mind slowly letting him back in. When he spoke, it was analytical, like he was searching his own thoughts. "Alex, short for Alexandria. Luckett, chemistry, and geometry, and English, and PE, and everything. Identical schedule." He took in a slightly sharp breath, it was now flooding back to him. He knew her. He loved her! But why was she pretending not to know him? The fight! Marcus! Keith had upset her. She didn't love him. He went quiet. Alex was there in his hospital room pretending she didn't know him, what was he supposed to do. His memories were coming back, but he couldn't remember anything pertinent to the situation. "I'm sorry, Alex. I don't know what I did, but we can pretend we never met before if it'd be easier for you." His voice was shaking a bit, and still weak, he wouldn't have been surprised if she didn't understand him. "I-I don't think I ever meant to hurt you, or anyone else." Her screaming at him to leave came to his mind and the agony of remembering was too much. He didn't sob, or heave, but tears flowed freely down his face. "I'm sorry"