Taana's POV: I wake up slowly, ignoring the pounding in my head. "She's back!" I pry my eyes open to see Jake sitting on my cot. (Didn't we do this already?) I think. He smiles and whispers, "You remembered." I nod shakily. (It's not permanent. Could I one day regain them all?) "I... still remember. And I even know what desk I was at. Third row, fourth from the right." He reaches out and squeezes my hand. "I'm so glad. I missed you." I smile too, before we both realize what he did. He stares at our intertwined fingers and I flinch slightly. He releases his grip and stands up, looking like a cornered animal. "I-I didn't mean to-" "You're fi-fine." He sits down, but noticeably further away. "You're fine," I repeat. "You didn't mean to, and honestly, it's not that big of a deal. I vaguely remember you were always like a brother to me." He nods slowly. (And yet he looks... like he's hiding something?)
