The next several minutes were a blur. Suddenly Keith was moving and someone was talking, but try as he might, he couldn't make out what the person was saying. His head hurt so much that he was almost shocked he hadn't passed out from pain. Seeing straight was out of the question. Every time Keith opened his eyes, the flood of color assaulted him and forced them shut again. The problem was that Keith was still unconcerned. He was obviously in incredible pain, but show no signs of confusion and worry. The officer who drove him would have noticed his face still looked like hell after his and Marcus' fight, but honestly doubted those wounds were caused by a force significant enough to cause amnesia. There drive came to an end as the officer pulled up to the hospital and helped Keith out and into the hands of the nurses. Keith was trying to register anything, to even open his eyes or speak, but the pain was excruciating. When they got him into a room, they dimmed the lights and there was a strict no talking policy, the doctor had seen this before. He explained to his staff that he was going through a Froidian slip. He had just experienced a trauma so great that his mind was trying to reboot like a computer to cope with whatever it was. He would need a powerful stimulant from his life to speed up the process, but he would eventually go back to normal on his own. The doctor also told them that Alexandria Luckett was coming in, she was the only person the last time Keith was there and that she must be allowed to enter his room. Keith was hooked up to an IV drip and his nose and lip patched up. Sleep eluded him, only pain existed for him at this time.<br/><br/>That same question plagued him, "Why are you doing this?" Doing what? And why could he bring up no more memories of this woman? Was she the love of his life? But then why was she pouring acid on him? Who is he asking the question to? Himself? or her? Or someone else entirely? He didn't understand. Keith thought he heard the door open, but wasn't sure. He tried to open his eyes to look, the darker room made it much easier.<br/>"Who's there?" He asked, not recognizing the indiviual