I figure if I go down to the medical wing while Chris is asleep, I'll be fine. Knowing I could be with Kuza, but I wasn't, upset me. Before I went into their room, I stopped to talk with the doctor. He's, like most people in the facility, rather uncomfortable in my presence. It doesn't bother me as much as you'd think it would. I mostly just want to know if I can move Mike yet or not. Despite how weary I make him, he's very cooperative with me. Probably because Ryan has yelled at him several times.

Regardless, he did say I could move him finally if I had help. I texted Josh to come whenever he could. Then I sent a second text, saying that he should wait in the hall. I just remembered that I don't know what I'm walking into. What does he remember now? Does he... Does he remember my betrayal? Or my apology? Has he gotten that far? Fuck, this is going to be painful.

Chris was sedated once again. Ashley sat beside his bed, watching Gotham on her laptop. What else would she, of all people, be watching? She barely glanced away from the screen to notice me. I smiled at her, then quietly continued to the other side of the room. She didn't have any need to stop me. That makes me hope that maybe Kuza isn't mad at me? He was, once again, drawing to keep himself busy.

A smile beamed across his face, though I did see it drag in hesitation for a moment. "You're back." His voice was just above a whisper.

"Yeah, I am. I actually got back a few hours ago but I was so tired from the trip, I had to take a nap. Plus, I also wanted to wait until Chris was asleep." I replied, "How're you feeling?"

"I'm... Good... I'm remembering bad stuff now though." Kuza set his notebook aside. He pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his arms over them.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on his back. "What bad things?" I asked.

He turned his head away, staring out the window. It was night out and snow was falling. Being that Graceland was in the deep south, it was a rarity we ever saw snow. Maybe once or twice a year. "I remember us fighting somewhere. I can't remember where though. Then there's a big gap of stuff I can't remember... Then I remember you being sick in bed and me apologizing for hurting you, but I don't remember what I did... I know I felt really bad about it though."

"Do you remember anything after that?"

He nodded, "We were put back in prison, then they let us out. And we live here now. I don't really remember exactly why that happened though. It's like... I can remember the general idea of things, but I can't remember the details. I know you have someone else now though."

"I did marry someone," I gently pulled the stray hairs out of his face, "But do you remember why I'm with you now?"

"Not really. I can remember us having sex together, and I know I had someone else. I just can't... I can't connect the dots. It's like I'm missing pieces to a puzzle." He explained.

I gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, "It'll come back in time. The girl you keep remembering, Rayne, you guys broke up. My husband and I did too. We're better now, but he understands that you need me much more than him right now. Do you remember anything about him? Like his name?"

"It's Ricky." He muttered, "I've seen him in my room before. He doesn't talk to me. He only comes to talk to the others. I hurt him too." Kuza started to get nervous, causing him to pull at the strings on his ripped jeans. When he starts that frantic behavior, it's a sign that we need to change the subject. He's no different than dealing with a mental patient right now. His mind is insanely delicate after what happened.

"You didn't hurt him, Honey. You saved his life." I took his hand in mine, "I know things seem scary right now because you can't understand it all, but I promise, Baby, you're a good person. You have a good heart. That's why I love you."

He grinned, "It never gets old hearing you say that. I love you too."

I gave him a quick kiss, "I'll be right back."

Josh should be down here by now. That went better than I expected. I thought he was going to hate me once he started remembering Ricky. He can't remember breaking my back. I wish I could forget that. It represented the downfall of our tight bond. Eventually we got it back, but it was hard on us for a long time.

When I did get out in the hall, I saw my sexy husband standing there. Fuck, I got lucky with him. He's so effortlessly handsome. When he's just standing there, relaxed against the wall, I could eat him up. I nearly knocked him over with a hug and a kiss.

"Mm," He hummed, his hand on the side of my face, "I've missed you."

"I missed you, too, Baby. I was so sad when I came home and you weren't here." I pouted.

"I'm here now. Don't worry." He pecked my lips, then parted from me. "I was literally walking in the door when Josh was about to come down here to see you. He told me you're going to move Mike and I thought you could use some help."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm not sure how easy this'll be."

"His room is a little... dirty, right now." Josh said.

"It's fine. He can sleep in our room for tonight and I'll sleep in the bunks or on the couch." Ricky replied.

My heart melted when he said that, I swear. I pecked him on the cheek, "Thank you."

It takes a truly good man to see past everything that's happened and let me help Mike. I'm so in love with Ricky and he just keeps pulling me in further. He's willing to forgive so much for someone else's sake. It's amazing. I can't believe I thought for one second that he would've done what he did when he was possessed.

They trailed behind me as I walked back into the room. Kuza looked up, his emotions unreadable. He wasn't visibly upset to see Ricky but he didn't look happy either.

"Baby, the doctors said we can take you back to your own room now. Yours is a little... Messy, right now, so we're going to take you to my room to rest while the others get yours cleaned up." I explained, "Okay?"

His eyes seemed to stare right through me for a minute. He nodded, muttering, "Okay."

I figured it was for the best to say "my room" and not "Ricky and I's room". It's enough of a bitch move for me to be loving on him while having a husband. I'm not going to tell him I'm about to lay him down in our marital bed. Despite Josh being, somehow, a smidge taller than Ricky, he wasn't as strong as him. So, I let Ricky help me with supporting Kuza's weight. It's hard enough when I have Chris' help. This isn't going to be easy.

"Go slow." I told him as I helped him up.

He'd been going through rehabilitation treatments but he didn't have to get up too much for those. He's not used to having to walk around, and that fact breaks my heart. Kuza put his arm around my shoulder, keeping most his weight on me. Ricky did help keep him up but he made it clear he didn't want his help. He's in no shape to argue and he knows that.

"You okay?" I asked softly.

"Y-Yeah." He kept his sights to the ground mostly, probably trying to focus on his steps.

"Okay. Just let me know if you want a break at any point. It's a bit of a ways back to the living quarters. We can always get you wheelchair too." I replied.

"No," He said, "I need to walk on my own. I... I don't want to end up fucked up the rest of my life."

Once we got out into the hall, he took his arm off me. I was rather... shocked, you could say. He did have to grab onto the rail in the hall fairly quickly but he was managing to stand without our help. He's always been a stubborn ass. Nothing can change that. His amazing persistence is probably what's going to help his recovery go quickly.

We were all still very weary of letting him walk on his own. Josh stayed beside him. Ricky and I were behind him, watching carefully. He's so fragile right now. It could take one wrong slip up and he could fall and break a hip. Which, just as I'm thinking this, he almost did fall. Ricky was the first to catch him and help him to his feet.

He propped him against the wall, saying, "Why don't we take a little break? We're almost halfway there anyways."

Kuza seemed shocked that Ricky was being so nice to him. What'd he expect? I guess, in his mind, Ricky was always the villain of his story. He was the one that locked him up (multiple times) and stole his love interest.

"I just kinda wanna get it over with. I'm tired." He mumbled.

"Alright." Ricky hesitantly backed off to let him continue to walk.

It's amazing to me how he once had the energy to fuck me all night, then go tear someone into ten pieces. Now, he can barely manage a ten minute walk without getting tired out. I hope he's not stuck this way for the rest of his life. At least he's got the good memories back, and somehow he's blocking out the bad ones. Maybe, if Ryan's possession theory is right, that spirit took his bad memories with it when it left his body.

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A/N: Alright, so I think I'm going to preview one of my next stories in an upcoming chapter. Thought I'd put it to a vote. So, comment which one of these you want a sneak peek to!

Your Sweet Six Six Six - Cheesy AF Sitkolson high school fic complete with all your favorite stereotypes

Milk & Cookies - Adult/Caregiver Ghorror & Kuzaless collab with ghosts_kitten

Rapture - Bioshock/AHS: Asylum inspired deal. Cricky/Sitkolson love triangle. Also some random DDlg on Ghost's side of things (a certain OC from another story will be returning as his little).