I bolted up from my bed. I was in the hospital once again. My nurse was walking in at that moment.
"Ah. Ms. Smith. Your arm is healing nicely, as is your ribs. And you have a visitor!" the nurse sounded cheerful, despite the fact that I had forgotten everything before the crash. Except for a boy. It was like he was always there.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. At that moment, a man walked into the room. He looked like he had been crying before he walked in. His eyes were red, and he had tear tracks down his face. But, weirdly enough, he look like an older version of the boy I remembered.

"Hey." he stated, sounding slightly choked up.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember you." I said.

"Oh." He looked sad. "That makes sense. You did hit your head pretty hard."

He was talking about the crash. How did he know that I hit my head?

"Why are you here?" I asked instead.

"Because. You're my sister. And... I regret telling you this, but our parents died in the crash that stole your memory." he said, before starting to cry again.

"I'll leave you two now." the nurse stated before walking out of the room.

"Rose, I swear that you will be ok. I swear on my word as your brother, you will be fine. You'll get your memory back, I promise." he managed to say.

"What is your name?" I wondered. Honestly, I felt numb to the fact that my parents were dead. I didn't remember them. But I did hurt. I felt my heart breaking at the sight of the man who said he was my brother breaking down in front of me.

He sat next to my bed, in a chair.

"Nate. My name is Nate. And we were- no, are- best friends as well as siblings." he stated after he calmed down. "And I promise to stay by your side from now on."