Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sandrock was no more ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Prologue

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His entire body ached. It was dark. Frightfully dark. He tried to open his eyes, but something was holding them shut. Hesitantly, the boy raised his hands to feel the restraints. `They feel like bandages…' He thought to himself, forcing himself to sit up, `What happened? Where am I?'

"Oh good, you're awake." A light hearted voice said, "We were worried about you. It's very fortunate that they found you when they did, or else, you might not have made it."

"I'm in a hospital?" The boy asked confused. "For how long?"

"Yes, for several weeks, I'm afraid." The voice said, "You've been in a coma for the entire time." The boy gasped with disbelief. "You're going to be just fine, though." The voice consoled, "Are you up to answering a few questions?"

"I…I guess so…" Uncertainty dripped from him.

"Great, what's your name? You didn't have any ID on you when you were found?"

"My name?" The boy echoed. `What is my name?' His head started to hurt as he tried to remember. "I…I don't know…" there was panic in his voice, and his entire body began to shake, "I… I don't know… I … I can't remember…"

"Easy! Calm down!" There were gentle hands pushing him back into a lying position. "It's okay, you're just a little disoriented." The voice soothed. "How old are you?" The boy shook his head, "Where do you live?" The boy's lip quivered, "Where is your family?"

"I don't know!" He screamed, grabbing at his head, sobbing. "I don't know…"

"What's the last thing you do remember?"

The boy thought, hugging himself tightly. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "…a kiss." He whispered, his fingers lightly brushed his lips, "A soft, loving kiss."

"Alright, I'll go and find a doctor." The voice whispered, as a gentle hand ran through his blonde bangs. "They'll be here in a few minutes. Just relax and rest. We'll figure this out."

"Thank you." The boy whispered, a small smile on his face, "You're very kind."

"Don't mention it." The voice said, "It's what I do."

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"My name?" The voice smiled, "My name is Robin."

"Robin…" the boy echoed, settling back against the pillows that were behind him, "Thank you, Robin."

"You're welcome, now get some rest." She tucked him in and exited the room.

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"Ohayo goziamasu," the chipper young voice greeted, "And how is my favorite blonde today?"

"Better, thank you." The boy said in a quiet voice. "What is that fragrance?" he asked as he inhaled gently.

"Depends, what does it smell like?" Robin giggled.

"Like morning after a summer storm, with flowers that are just blooming." The boy described, "Like lilies and roses…"

"That would be my perfume." Robin said. "If you said that it wreaked of dead fish and fungus that would have been your breakfast."

"It's lovely." The boy smiled.

"I guess so… If you like dead fish and fungus."

"I meant your perfume." The boy chuckled.

"Oh, well I'm glad." Robin laughed lightly, "Thank you."

"So what is for breakfast?"

"Runny eggs, burnt toast and oatmeal that you can't get the spoon out of." She frowned with distaste as she lifted the spoon from the said oatmeal and preceded to pick up the entire thing in one clump. "It's really nasty."

"I guess what they say about hospital food is true then." He laughed.

"Maybe, which is why I'm not about to let you eat it." Robin said taking the tray to the trash. "Instead, I thought you would like some Pancakes, sausage and hash browns." She said placing a bag in his hands. "Sorry, I didn't bring any syrup or ketchup."

"That's alright. It smells delicious." The boy said breathing deep the aroma of the breakfast.

"That's good. Well enjoy."

"Wait, would you care to join me?" The boy reached for her hand.

Robin smiled and took his hand, "Thanks for the offer, kid, but I'll get yelled at if I don't finish these deliveries. I'll check back when I'm done, though, if you would like."

"I would, thank you."

Robin squeezed his hand and left the room, allowing the boy to enjoy his pancakes.

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"Well, you've seemed to have fully recovered." The doctor was saying as he removed the boy's bandages a few weeks after he had woken up. "Unfortunately, The damage to your sight is worse than previously thought. In a few months, we could try to correct the damage, through surgical options; however, the surgeries will be expensive and might not work."

"So what you're saying is that I'm blind." The boy said a note of sorrow in his voice. "And what of my memory?"

The doctor sighed, "Well, you are technically blind, but there's no saying on whether or not it's permanent. And as for your memory…" He sighed again, "It seems to be a partial amnesia. You recall different things. However…"

"What I remember doesn't do me a whole lot of good." The boy sighed, "I just wish that I could take all of the pieces and make a whole picture."

"I'm sure it'll come in time. A sound, smell or texture might jog your memories." The doctor placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy smiled faintly and patted the hand. "I'll be back in a few hours to check on you again."

"Yes, sir." The boy nodded. "And sir, thank you for everything."

"My pleasure, Mathew." The doctor smiled exiting the room.

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"Um, Doctor…" Robin asked stepping up behind the tall, burly man, "I was wondering what will happen to Mathew? In only a few days, he'll be released from here, and he has no place to go."

The doctor paused and looked at the short auburn hair nurse as she watched him expectedly. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure, Robin." He rubbed tired eyes. "The police still haven't found a missing person's report fitting his description, and the boy can't even remember his own name."

"You would think that a boy with looks and a personality such as his would be missed." The girl brushed her auburn hair out of her dark blue eyes. "And the name, Mathew doesn't really suit him at all. It's too plain."

"I think so too, but it's the name he chose to be referred to as." The doctor's face became serious, "He's too old for an orphanage, but he's too young to live on his own. Besides, with him still adjusting to his loss of sight, I wouldn't want him to be by himself."

"He could stay with me." Robin said quietly, "I live in a two bedroom apartment on the first floor. It's a good neighborhood."

"He does seem to trust you." The doctor pondered, "And it does beat the alternatives." Robin looked up with hopeful eyes, "If you're positive you want to do this, I suppose it'd be up to him."

The girl sighed with relief, "Thank you, Doctor." She turned and went into Mathew's room with her idea.

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Mathew stood in front of a large apartment building. With one hand he grasped a guiding stick that blind people sometimes used. In the other hand, he held tightly to Robin's smaller hand.

"It'll be alright, Mathew." She gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"Could you describe it to me?" He asked quietly.

Robin smiled, "It's a tall building, 7 stories. It has a balcony for every floor. In front are some white and red rose bushes. The building itself is a jade green."

"A jade green…" Mathew's voice was wistful, "I think green is one of my favorite colors." He said softly.

"Welcome to your new home, Mathew." Robin said guiding him in.

"I can't thank you enough for what you're doing for me." The boy whispered.

"It's my pleasure, Mathew." Robin smiled, "You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need, or want."

The boy had tears in his eyes. He hoped that the dark sunglasses that he wore would be enough to hide them, but they fell without permission.

"Oh, Mathew, what's the matter?" Robin gasped wiping his tears away and sitting him down on her couch.

"I'm not sure, it's foolish I guess." He sobbed. "I'm just so grateful for your kindness, but I'm also frustrated that I can't remember who I am."

"Mathew, your memory will come in time." Robin soothed, brushing back his blonde strands, "But right now, I think you need to rest. I'm sure that this has all been overwhelming. I know that if it were me in your situation, I would be a complete wreck." She laughed lightly. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes please, if it isn't too much trouble."

"No trouble at all, Mathew." She smiled, getting up.

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To be continued…