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Memory (Part Two)
"Tycho, what's my name?" Wedge asked quickly.
Tycho frowned. "I don't know. Why are you calling me Tycho?"
"That's your name, don't you remember?" Wedge asked, knowing he didn't. Wes might joke like that, but Tycho wouldn't. This was not good.
"I don't know." Tycho slowly moved a hand to his head. "I have a headache," he said quietly.
*I'll be you do,* Wedge thought and hit the call button by the bed. "The doctor's coming."
"What happened?" Tycho asked.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Tycho frowned, closed his eyes then opened them again. "I don't know." A look of real dread came over his face. "I can't remember...and my head hurts..." His eyes closed and the monitors registered that he was unconscious. The door opened and the doctor on duty entered and sent Wedge into the corridor.
A few minutes later, he joined him outside. "It appears that he has complete amnesia," the doctor began. "I would like to do a brain-scan tomorrow. I'll need you to sign some paperwork."
Wedge nodded dumbly. He was trying to think of how to tell Winter.
After he had comlinked Wes to inform him and the other Rogues of the update, Wedge returned to Tycho's room and started at his paperwork again. Tycho was apparently asleep now. A half hour had not passed before he woke again.
"Should I know you?" he asked.
"I'm your commanding officer and wingman," Wedge said with a smile, taking a few two-dees out of his pocket and handing them to Tycho. The brief moment their hands touched, a look of pain crossed Tycho's face and then was gone. He studied the two-dees hard as if willing himself to know the people in them. "Who are they?" he asked finally.
"That's Wes- the one pulling the bunny ears, that's Dllr, that's Plourr, that's you and Winter and me and Iella."
Tycho handed back the pictures and Wedge, remembering the look of pain on his face when their hands touched before, took them back carefully.
"I'm sorry," Tycho said. "I have an awful headache."
The door opened and Plouur stepped in. "I just stopped in to say I'm glad to hear you're awake, even if you don't remember us," she said with a smile. "Good to have you back, sir," she reached out to shake hands. As their hands touched, Tycho gave an almost gasp of pain that startled Plourr and made Wedge hit the call button.
"What's wrong?" Plourr asked quickly.
Tycho had fainted.
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Memory (Part Two)
"Tycho, what's my name?" Wedge asked quickly.
Tycho frowned. "I don't know. Why are you calling me Tycho?"
"That's your name, don't you remember?" Wedge asked, knowing he didn't. Wes might joke like that, but Tycho wouldn't. This was not good.
"I don't know." Tycho slowly moved a hand to his head. "I have a headache," he said quietly.
*I'll be you do,* Wedge thought and hit the call button by the bed. "The doctor's coming."
"What happened?" Tycho asked.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Tycho frowned, closed his eyes then opened them again. "I don't know." A look of real dread came over his face. "I can't remember...and my head hurts..." His eyes closed and the monitors registered that he was unconscious. The door opened and the doctor on duty entered and sent Wedge into the corridor.
A few minutes later, he joined him outside. "It appears that he has complete amnesia," the doctor began. "I would like to do a brain-scan tomorrow. I'll need you to sign some paperwork."
Wedge nodded dumbly. He was trying to think of how to tell Winter.
After he had comlinked Wes to inform him and the other Rogues of the update, Wedge returned to Tycho's room and started at his paperwork again. Tycho was apparently asleep now. A half hour had not passed before he woke again.
"Should I know you?" he asked.
"I'm your commanding officer and wingman," Wedge said with a smile, taking a few two-dees out of his pocket and handing them to Tycho. The brief moment their hands touched, a look of pain crossed Tycho's face and then was gone. He studied the two-dees hard as if willing himself to know the people in them. "Who are they?" he asked finally.
"That's Wes- the one pulling the bunny ears, that's Dllr, that's Plourr, that's you and Winter and me and Iella."
Tycho handed back the pictures and Wedge, remembering the look of pain on his face when their hands touched before, took them back carefully.
"I'm sorry," Tycho said. "I have an awful headache."
The door opened and Plouur stepped in. "I just stopped in to say I'm glad to hear you're awake, even if you don't remember us," she said with a smile. "Good to have you back, sir," she reached out to shake hands. As their hands touched, Tycho gave an almost gasp of pain that startled Plourr and made Wedge hit the call button.
"What's wrong?" Plourr asked quickly.
Tycho had fainted.
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