It all began a week after Jason had woken up. Fully aware of his memory loss, he proceeded his life in the hospital like nothing was wrong (aside from the obvious). He did his walking exercises every day, ate the nasty hospital food and let doctor Malone and the nurses eject him with whatever medication they thought he needed. Jason didn't struggle once—they were here for his recovery, after all.

He was incapable of doing a lot of things. The coma had huge side effects, leaving him with numb limbs and endless headaches. That's why Jason had a permanent nurse who helped him with everything. Nurse Stella fed him, sat him up straight or laid him back on the mattress, helped him with his exercises and washed him.

That is correct, she washed him.

He couldn't do it on his own, his body felt strange, as if it wasn't his own. Nurse Stella was only supposed to supervise, but doctor Malone ordered her to help him.

"We have done this many times, Jason." He'd mumbled, "This is all professional. Nurse Stella won't see it any other way."

Boy, was he wrong.

Jason knew he had her wrapped around his finger from the moment he opened his eyes and saw the blonde nurse gawking at him. She was almost drooling, Jason had to keep himself from shooting a witty remark her way.

He used his best lines and flirting methods on her, and nurse Stella was willing to comply. She was cute and had long blonde hair, and he was certain that she had a decent body underneath the nurse outfit.

Shower time wasn't as much shower time as it was sexy time.

Jason was bored, and Stella was there to entertain him.

It's been seven days of Stella 'washing' him, so doctor Malone claimed it was time Jason taught himself again. She would still be there to make sure he wouldn't slip and fall, but Jason had the upper hand.

That's where they were now, Jason in the bathtub and Stella seated on the chair across the tub. She was shamelessly ogling him, her lips slightly parted and her cheeks flustered. Jason was midst trying to reach his toes when he gave up and decided to turn it into a game.

"Stella, you're drooling."

"N-nurse Stel-l-la." She murmured, her entire face reddening. Jason snickered and rolled his eyes. "Was it nurse Stella yesterday when I was licking that tasty pussy of yours?"

Stella's eyes widened, embarrassment crossing her face.

Jason found great pleasure in distracting and perplexing her.

Maybe that's why Alexia had been invading his mind all week. Every time Stella blushed, Jason was reminded of how Alexia wouldn't have. He thought of Alexia whilst eating Stella out and imagined Stella to be Alexia when she was sucking his dick.

He shrugged it off and grabbed the soap, slowly moving his hands over his body. He knew Stella was staring, but right now he couldn't be bothered with anything other than getting himself all cleaned. Man, he hated doctor Malone for this.

Every movement felt like a dozen knives pierced through his skin. He just felt like he didn't know what to do with his hands, like they weren't his.

No, he couldn't do this. Fuck doctor Malone and fuck recovery, it hurt too much. He wanted Stella to help him—he needed her to help him.

"Stella, I need you to help me." God, he sounded pathetic. He decided in that very moment that he wouldn't repeat the question, otherwise he'd just sound desperate.

Which he was, but he wasn't going to show that.

He knew that it took everything inside of her to refrain herself from getting up and helping him out. She hesitated but shook her head, "I can't keep washing you for the rest of your life. You have to do this yourself. I know it feels weird and uncomfortable and painful, but that's only the first time. You'll get used to it." Her lips curled into a meek smile, but Jason just glared at her.

She wouldn't help him? Fine. "Your loss." He shot, heaving himself up on the edge of the tub. Stella looked at him in confusion but her eyes flashed lust once she realized what he was doing.

Jason took a hold of his shaft and calmly started moving his hands up and down, his eyes plastered on Stella's.

Stella drew in a sharp breath, a blush rushing up her cheeks again as she muttered, "J-J-Jason s-s-stop, y-you h-have t—"

"I don't have to do shit," he cut her off, a pleased grunt emitting his throat, "My nurse won't fucking help me."

She whimpered and Jason held back the chuckle that had threatened to come up once he saw her legs involuntarily widen. She was like mush under his hands.

She hesitated but got up, strolling over to the tub. Jason kept his eyes on her, never stopping jerking off. Stella swallowed, her eyes flickering from his throbbing dick to his face.

"C-can I—"

"Yes." He hissed.

Then, Stella took his cock into her hands and started gliding them up, and down.

After the hand job, Stella had resumed to her place on the chair and stressed how important it was that he showered himself. Jason was left in agitation but admittedly, satisfied.

They were both silent, the only sound came from the splashing of the water as Jason gravely tried to soap up his skin, extremely exaggerating his pain by grunting and cursing. Stella just giggled all throughout the ordeal, which irritated him even more.

He turned the upper half of his body around, trying to loofa his back when he felt something strange. His back felt... weird.

What the hell?

"Stella, come here for a second." He ordered, confusion setting in the pit of his stomach.

"Nu—"

"Nurse Stella, can you fucking take a look at my back or not?" The medications they were giving caused him to be more panicky and more angry. He usually wouldn't have snapped like that, but he was an angry person anyway and his typical state of being mad multiplied by twenty wasn't a pleasure.

She quickly got up and made her way to the tub, taking a long glance at his back before turning around and going back to her chair.

"They're scars. Burn wounds." She tried to smile. Jason didn't return it.

Burn wounds? He raked his brain, trying to find an indication of where this could've happened, but he was drawing blank.

"Do you think they're from the accident?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, but I don't think so. They look old."

Old. As in, six months old? Old as in, in the period of time that was stolen from his mind?

Who was he fooling? He knew almost certain that he got them in those months.

"How big are they?"

"They're covering your entire back."

For God's sake.

A big wave of apprehension and anxiety hit him. He didn't know why, but thinking about the scars on his back made him nervous and fidgety. That was the worst part—he didn't know why.

"I think it may have happened during the months you forgot." Stella smart-cracked.

Jason glowered at her. "You don't say?"

Her eyebrows downed on her eyes in embarrassment, rapidly averting her gaze from Jason.

Useless, Jason thought, She was useless.

-

Later that day, Pattie, Jeremy, Jazzy and Jaxon had come to visit him. Jason loved it when they did; he missed his family and it was clear they felt the same. His mom still cried every time she saw him, and Jazzy and Jaxon couldn't stop talking about how long it had been since they'd last hung out. It couldn't have been that long, right? He was only out of it for two, three weeks.

Whatever. His brother and sister were a little coo coo anyway.

When Jason had asked about his scars, his mom had given him an empty reply. "It was just some accident. Nothing important, sweetheart. Forget about it, okay?"

It wasn't 'just some accident', his mom would've just told him straight away what happened if it were. So, that's why Jason closed the topic and decided not to talk about it until he saw Ryan and Chaz again.

They came moments after his family left, both wearing huge grins.

"Yo, McCann!" Chaz practically skipped into the room, plopping down on one of the chairs next to Jason's bed. Jason snickered, "Somers."

"Hey, Jase." Ryan followed him inside, chuckling at Chaz' excitement as he, too, sat down on a chair. Jason shot him a knowing smirk.

"So," Chaz smirked devilishly, "How is our favourite nurse?"

"Stella is fine." Jason laughed soundlessly, shaking his head at his best friend's question. Trust Chaz to first ask about Jason's fuck-toy and then about Jason's health.

"Still pleasuring you and the cock?"

"Yup. Definitely." Jason thought back to a couple of hours ago, images of Stella's hand job in the shower flashing by.

"Lucky you." Chaz sighed.

"Isn't Chloe giving you some of that shit?" Jason arched his eyebrows. Chloe was a subject they'd managed to avoid for a couple of days now. Apparently Chaz was pretty fond of the chick and loved that she was pregnant, so Jason decided to let it go.

Chaz hesitated, "She is... but I'm not letting her as much."

"Why?"

"I'm scared something will happen to the baby. I don't want anything to happen to him." His eyes narrowed at the thought. Jason was still completely aghast by Chaz' love for the woman and the little baby growing in her belly. It was just so weird... so unlike Chaz.

"Him?" Ryan looked at Chaz questioningly. Chaz shrugged, a small smile gracing his lips. "I feel like it's going to be a boy."

Ryan smiled, too. "I've heard Chloe ramble on and on about how it's going to be a girl."

"Tell me about it. We have this argument at least twice a day." Chaz let out a noise, something much like a giggle.

Jason blocked it out. First of all, he didn't want to hear Chaz giggle. Not today, not freaking ever. It was a sound he never wanted to hear again, never. Second of all, it annoyed him that everyone was so close to this Chloe girl, whereas he felt no connection to her. It tired him, knowing that perhaps a couple of months ago, he was just as much a part of them as she was.

"Why do I have scars on my back?" he just spat it out, done with the baby talk and ready to change the subject. He hoped they would just be honest, but Ryan had shown a myriad of mother-like behaviour over the course of the past week and it concerned him.

"What?" Ryan sharply turned to look at him, his eyebrows furrowed together. Jason shrugged and repeated the question, calmly this time, "Why do I have scars on my back?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I washed myself today, I felt them and Stella told me they—"

Chaz ooh'ed, "Did Stella touch your dick?"

Jason rolled his eyes, "Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that she said they were burn scars and not from the accident. You guys don't happen to know anything about that, do you?"

Chaz looked away, the ceiling grabbing all of his attention.

Ryan sighed. "It's not important, Jase. It was just a stupid accident."

"It is important! You don't know what it's like—knowing that something must've happened to me to give me those big ass scars covering my entire back. I know nothing, Ryan. I'm trying to put all the pieces together but I need your help." Truth to be told, Jason hadn't cared about the memories he'd lost until now.

"Look," Ryan stated, "I didn't think it'd be so important to you. You were at your parent's house and tried to light a candle, but it fell and the living room went up in flames. You were lucky to walk out of it alive."

Jason knew bullshit when he heard it, but right now he couldn't seem to care. He knew Ryan was talking out of his ass, but maybe it was for the best. Besides, a part of him did believe the candle story—what else could've possibly happened?

"See!" Jason threw his hands up the air and immediately regretted it, "If people would just tell me this from the start, I wouldn't get all anxious about it."

"Anxious? Why?" Chaz raised his eyebrows.

Jason just shrugged, "I don't know. I felt panicky when I found out about the scars. I don't know why."

Chaz and Ryan deliberately glanced at each other, alarm flickering in their eyes, but Jason ignored it. He was too tired.

-

One day later, Stella was feeding Jason when another strange thing happened.

He was mid-bite, about to encase the spoon into his mouth, when he put his hands on Stella's thighs and started tickling her. Stella pulled the spoon away frantically, holding on to the plastic cup with the food with her dear life, a rumble of giggles escaping her mouth.

"S-s-stop it!"

Jason tittered, shaking his head as he continued. "I won't stop until you promise me I don't have to eat."

"B-but you h-have to!" tears started pooling in her eyes, another set of strangled noises emitting her throat. Jason stopped and let his hand rest, casually squeezing her thigh. "It's gross, babe."

"It's not that bad." She murmured, brushing the tears away. Jason raised his eyebrows defiantly, "Oh yeah? Do you know what's in it?"

Stella looked down at the cup and then looked up again, an apologetic simper gracing her lips. "Not precisely..."

"Exactly! You're all poisoning me."

"I would never!"

Jason sharply turned to meet her gaze, grinning wickedly. She looked abashed, her eyes wide and her cheeks red. Just like always when she was around him. She cleared her throat, "I-I d-d-didn't mean—"

"It's fine, babe. You can't help that you're attracted to me." Jason winked. Man, she was too easy.

Stella rolled her eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to call her out on it.

With a sigh, she put the cup down on the little table and looked at his hand, cocking her head to the side as if asking; can I?

"Yes, Stella. You don't have to ask my permission every time you want to touch me." He snickered. Stella just blushed and softly took his hand into her own, "Nurse Stella. And Jase; you've got to eat. You need it to recover."

Hearing Stella say 'Jase' sent shivers up his spine, his heart surprisingly skipping a beat. It made him feel all fuzzy until he realized he heard another voice in his head—Alexia's.

Why the hell was she still randomly popping up in his mind? He'd survived three freaking years without her—although they weren't exactly the easiest—but he survived and didn't think of her all the time, at least not the way he was now. Had it to do with her visiting him that first night?

Let's just focus on Stella. Cute Stella who found it important that he called her Nurse. Cute Stella who liked sucking his dick.

He dismissed his thoughts and tried to smile, squeezing her hand. Stella's entire face lit up as she returned the smile and squeezed his hand back, her lips parting as she scrutinized their hold.

Jason did the same, observing their intertwined fingers. He couldn't muster it, but it felt wrong. Her hand was perfect; little and manicured, fitting in his own big hand—but it still felt strange. Off. He knew he wasn't the hand-holding type in general, but that didn't make up for the fact that holding a girl's hand shouldn't give him bizarre vibes.

"Your hand is very tense. Can I massage it?" Stella snapped him out of his thoughts, her voice barely audible. Jason nodded, "Sure."

Who would say no to a massage? Even if it was just a hand massage?

He leaned his back against the pillow propped up the wall and exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as Stella started kneading his hand.

For a mere second he felt guilty. He saw Stella as nothing other than someone to play with, someone who could lessen the boredom he was living in. Once Jason was fully recovered and ready to leave the hospital, he would drop her like she was nothing. She was a nice girl, very sweet and all that... but not his type. His type was fiercer and he secretly adored dark haired women. Fierce, dark haired Latina's, at that.

Alexia, she was his type.

Stella occasionally asked him whether it felt good and whether she could move up his arm. Jason didn't give her more than satisfied grunts, but she seemed to be okay with that.

"I like this tattoo. It's different from your others." She stopped massaging him. Jason opened his eyes and pulled his arm out of her hold, taking a closer look at the tattoo she had her gaze on.

Jason's breathing hitched in his throat, an undefined wave of longing and nostalgia hitting him like a smack in the face. What the fuck was that?

Somewhere in between the countless tattoos on his arm was a little wave.

It was certainly different. The wave was a big contrast compared to his other tattoos; his tattoos were complex and grotesque, flowing into each other with multitudinous exotic pigments—red, yellow, blue, black. The wave was simple and smooth, one single thin line drawing out the design. Deep inside, Jason couldn't help but feel a slight liking for the tattoo, though he would never admit it.

Because for the love of freaking God, why had he done that? What was going through his mind when he got it tattooed? Was he a pussy now?

He didn't even dare to think it, but Stella voiced his thoughts out loud anyway.

"You don't recognize it?"

"No."

"Then you probably got it a few months ago."

Yes, Stella, what a smart girl you are! He had purposely tried not to get that thought into his head. The scars had him antsy all day until Ryan explained, and now he was feeling the exact same.

Not exactly. There was a warm feeling rushing through his body—it was almost tender.

He would get to the bottom of this.

-

Ryan and Chaz didn't visit him that night, so Jason had to wait for the next day. His parents left during dinnertime as usual and his best friends came bursting in just moments later, their smiles wide and their eyes happy. It occurred to him that they were always beaming when they visited him. Had he really scared them that much with the accident?

Of course, idiot. You were in a coma for two weeks.

Jason carefully sat up, surprised by the third person following them inside. He hadn't seen Chloe since their altercation a little over a week ago and to say he was bewildered was an understatement.

They all took their usual seats and started bombarding him with questions regarding his health, progressions and how Stella was doing.

Jason noticed Chloe flinch when he gave out the details on her blowjob that morning, but he just shrugged it off and focused on his boys.

"Just to make sure—you're not serious with her, are you?" Chaz casually put his hand on Chloe's thigh. She visibly calmed down and the edges of her lips twisted upwards.

"Hell no." Jason shot back quickly, "She's nice and all that, but she's really not my type. Besides, I don't do girlfriends." He swallowed uncomfortably, "Not anymore. Not since high school."

It was eerily silent. They all clearly knew what he meant and no one knew what to reply. Hell, even Jason didn't know why he'd said that. Turns out Alexia was more stuck in his head than he'd initially thought.

"Noted." Chaz mumbled sadly, looking at his lap. Jason pulled up his eyebrows, not understanding why Chaz looked so sombre.

"Who's Stella?" Chloe chirped. Jason didn't comprehend the expression on her face and cautiously replied, his eyes still locked on hers. "My nurse... she's keeping me entertained these days."

Chloe knit her eyebrows together as she scowled. "Entertained as in you're fucking her?"

"Yeah."

She murmured something inaudibly and snorted, averting her gaze.

"You have a problem with that?" Jason challenged her. Chloe bit her lip and looked at him again, "No. It's just weird."

"How's that 'weird'? I've always been like this."

Chaz gently nudged her shoulder and she nodded indiscreetly, sending him a warm smile. "Yeah, I know. Forget it."

But Jason didn't want to forget it. He wanted to know why Chaz' baby momma had said that it was weird. She knew him—they were friends. Right? That must mean something. Hadn't he slept around in those months? Had he settled down with one girl? Oh God, please say it's not true.

"Do I have a girlfriend?" it was out of his mouth before he could even think about it. The three of them all looked up, incredulity flickering in their eyes. Or something else. Jason didn't know, reading people wasn't exactly his best feature these days.

"Why?"

"I just—ugh," Jason groaned, "I don't, do I? Fuck, if I do..."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with having a girlfriend? We both do." He pointed at Chaz and himself. Jason chortled, "I know! But you're different. Chaz...er...I'm still getting used to that. Girlfriends are just not my thing. I'm not into permanent. You know that."

Chloe frowned again as if he'd said something crazy.

Ryan just smiled, shaking his head. "You don't have a girlfriend, Jase. Don't worry."

He puffed out a breath of relief, almost bringing up a whole different topic when the tattoo on his arm caught his eye.

"I have another question." He murmured absentmindedly, still mentally jumbled. He just didn't understand how he (out of all people, he) got a tattoo like that. It was not like him.

"Shoot."

"Um..." he actually stuttered, holding his arm up. "Do you guys know where I got this damned tattoo from?" He practically shoved his arm into their faces, the fuzzy and warm feeling erupting in his stomach again when he looked at it. Christ!

They all drew blank as they stammered some stupid excuses about them not knowing and him probably being drunk when he got it. Jason growled irritably. Why were they lying to him? He's known Ryan and Chaz since kindergarten, surely they'd find the decency to tell him, especially because he didn't know bat shit about his own life.

Chloe was the one who gave him a normal answer, though by the faces of his best friends he already realized that she shouldn't have.

"Isn't that the tattoo you got with—"

Chaz nudged her again.

"With who? With who did I get this tattoo?" Jason widened his eyes, desperation bubbling up as he swallowed the need to beg.

"No one." She answered, "God, no one at all. I just messed it up with someone else. I'm sorry. I don't know."

And again, he was being lied to.

As little as her answer had been, it was more than Ryan and Chaz had given him, and Jason was thankful. At least now he knew that there was another person on this earth walking around with the same tattoo. Could this person tell him more about those six months?

Was it important, though? All he had done was probably fucking, getting drunk and hanging out with his best friends. Was he really going to waste his time and more importantly—his effort, on finding out what had happened in the past months?

Jason didn't know. He didn't like wasting his time, but a tiny part of him said that the least he could do was try.

The scars-mystery was solved, now he had a new one. When had he gotten this tattoo, why had he gotten it and with who?

He was determined to find out.

-

a/n: Y'all don't know what happened to me whilst I was writing this chapter. I was like, seven pages deep into word and then suddenly the ENTIRE thing got deleted. I rewrote it BUT it's not as good as the original one, I'm sorry! 

Also, I'm just trying to show what their lives are like right now. I promise that a Jalexia reunion will resurface SOON!! 

How does everyone like Jason? He's pretty much the same as in the earlier chapters.

Let me know lovies, don't forget to vote and comment!