Good Intentions

JIM’S POV

I watch him in the rear view mirror as he sleeps. I wish there were an easier way to do this. He may be thin but he is heavy. I’m hoping this will be the last trip to get the tattoos lightened up. Come spring and summer the sun will help fade them more, hopefully.
I think he will enjoy the spring and summers here. Though they are short they are definitely the better months.

I pull around to the back and the guy comes out with a wheel chair and I help him get him out and situated. He's rolled inside and put on a hospital bed.

I take a seat in the waiting area and pick up a health magazine to read. It bores me quickly so I lay it down and scan the rest of the magazines. Nothing that would interest me. I see the gossip and Hollywood magazines and decide to pick one up. I flip through it and turn it back over to the front to see the date, six months ago. I flip back to where my finger is holding the page and take note of the picture. Its of Will and a girl leaving a party of sorts.

The girl at the front desk comes around and starts to straighten up a little. She cant be more than Meghan’s age, an after school job probably. I decide to engage her in conversation.
“Do you know that band One Direction?”
The light that comes in her eyes is unnerving. I sit and listen to her gush over each member and how she cant wait for their next album to come out. I don’t know if what I feel is pity or unbelief towards this girl. My ears perk up when I hear her mention his name, Harry. She has no idea who is in the back room.
She finally stops talking and rearranging things putting them back to their original places.

The office is quiet once again, I get a little too comfortable and end up dozing a little. I’m nudged when they are finished.

I am escorted back and they show me what was done. I nod showing my approval and pay the man in cash.

He helps me get him back in the back seat of the truck and fastened in. A shot of a pain killer is administered before we leave. That should keep him asleep til we get home and get him back in his bed.
I watch him through the mirror and remember how that girl talked about him, almost as if she knew him. I then question myself and if I really knew the ‘real’ Harry. What if all I read and saw was publicity, a ploy, a product to sell.
A cold chill runs down my back as I start to question my motives and my actions. All the articles I had read start racing through my mind, the girls, the parties, the rumors. The product to be marketed. Some of them had to be true. Some of them have to reflect his true personality.
I notice my pulse rate quickening and my heart beating faster, I pull over, put the truck in park and step out.
I step out of the truck and into the cold air to calm myself and thoughts down. I go to my original thought, my mother.
I saw and heard in that girl, a girl that would forsake all and run off with any boy from that group.
My hands resting on the tailgate of the truck, I lean in and in a sense reboot my brain. He is no longer Harry, but Will. This is the bigger picture, the greater good.
I take a deep breath in and go to get back in the truck. I notice he has moved some so I need to get back to the house quickly before he wakes up completely.

We arrive back at the house and Lily comes out to help me get him in and back in his bed. Meghan stops her school work and watches as we bring him in.
We place him back in the bed and get him situated. I watch as Lily gets him comfortable and moves his hair out of his face, then leaves the room.

I stand back and look at him and see a young man. I wonder what, if any of the rumors are true or if they will play out as he starts to come around. Hopefully he wont regain those memories, but by judging the dreams he has, his memories will be back and how we will handle that is another thing in itself.
I leave him to sleep off the drugs and pull the door behind me

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