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Michael was sound asleep when he got the call. The call that shifted his entire world, where it would be forever changed. He frowned when he saw it was Kyle Valenti. Unlike Alex, he still had a hard time forgiving that man. But he swore, his heart stopped when Kyle spoke.
"Michael, there's been an incident."
Silence.
"It has to do with Alex, doesn't it?" Michael knew that was the only reason why Kyle would call. Kyle paused, before continuing.
"Yeah. There was a hate crime with Wyatt Long, and his crew. They mugged Alex, and beat him pretty bad. I...he's awake, and his limbs are okay."
"But?" Guerin asked, fear protruding to the surface.
"But he has amnesia, Michael. He doesn't remember anything, or anyone."
Michael's face paled,
"I'll be right there."
When he skidded to the waiting room, he saw Liz Ortecho there. She flung herself onto Michael.
"I'm so sorry, Mikey," she murmured. He was trembling as she touched him.
"Is it true? What Kyle said, about the memory thing?"
She nodded, looking grim.
"He doesn't know who I am," she sighed. "I...I didn't mention the alien situation to him, don't worry. "
Michael swallowed.
"That's honestly the least of my concerns."
Kyle walked over to him.
"Good, you're here. I wasn't sure...if you would make it."
"It's Alex. I'll always make it," Guerin told him, firmly. Kyle nodded.
"You and I have that in common."
"I want to see him," Michael persisted. Liz and Kyle looked at each other. Valenti sighed.
"Michael, be prepared-"
"Yeah, his memory has been wiped."
"Not just that...His face is pretty beat up."
Michael bit his lip.
"Okay."
He trailed behind Liz and Kyle. Then his face turned ash white when they moved so he could see Alex.
Kyle wasn't lying about Alex's face.
His eyes were bruised, and swollen. So were his lips. And his nose was broken. Alex was also awake, so Michael tried to hide his reaction.
"Who are you?" Alex croaked out, his voice sounding weak.
Michael felt wind get knocked under him, and Liz helped him sit down.
"I'm Michael Guerin."
Alex studied him.
"Are we friends?"
Michael nodded, slowly trying to catch up to speed with what was going on.
"Yeah. We're really good friends."
Alex sized him up, some more.
"Yeah, you seem like someone I'd be friends with," he decided. He closed his eyes, then. "Tired."
"Go to sleep," Michael offered, trying not to let his voice quiver. "I'll be staying here, for a while." When Alex drifted off, Liz wrapped Michael into a tight hug, and both sobbed as they wondered if their Alex would ever return to them-again.