Disclaimer- I think it's quite obvious that I do not own Cowboy Bebop (if I were I would not be writing this fanfiction on this age old computer).

Hey Spike, Why don't you take a seat? Jet asked him warily. Jet sighed, Spike had been pacing all day since they got there. Spike was driving himself and everyone around him crazy.
Spike ignored Jet as he proceeded his pacing. He was very deep in thought. There were so many things on his mind. He wondered if Faye was going to make it, and what he would say to her if she did, or what he'd say at her funeral if she didn't, what to do about Julia, and how to pay for all these medical bills.
Jet-person, Ed and Ein are hungry, Ed whined.
How can you know if Ein is hungry? We left him at home, Jet said turning down to look at her.
He is hungry! You didn't leave anything for him to eat. Ed is very very hungry. The last time Ed eat was last night, she told him matter of factly.
I'm sorry, but I don't have any money, Jet said with a heavy sigh.
No money? Ed said as if she didn't quite understand what he was telling her.
Jet has no money... We would have money if Spike had been paying attention last time we were out catching a bounty, He said, giving Spike an icy look.
All Spike could think about over the last four months was Faye. He bought her flowers, went to visit her everyday, and cleaned her room to make sure that it was spotless by the time she got home.
Spike-person, do you have any money? she asked him.
All the money I have is going to be spent on the medical bills, he answered simply.
Then what is Ed going to eat? she asked, her eyes growing large. She placed a tan hand on her stomach.
Don't worry about it, I have a can of synthetic beef at home, Jet told her, ruffling her bright orange hair.
After a couple minutes more of pacing Spike decided to give in and sit down. He took a seat on the tattered blue chair next to Jet.
He put his elbow on his knee, and propped his head on his hand and stared out the window.
Jet asked after a few moments silence. It was unusual for Spike to be silent for so long. Even when Faye was in the hospital his mouth was going, usually about how filthy things were and how they were going to pay the medical bills.
Spike replied.
What's wrong? You've been quiet for a long time, Jet told him.
Have I? Spike asked warily.
You have, Jet insisted. Is there something bothering you? Jet could never tell what was on the minds of young people nowadays.
Something bothering me.... There's lots bugging me, Spike said.
Maybe talking about it would ease your mind, Jet suggested.
Talking about it does now good. I mean what if she doesn't make it? Spike said softly, his voice sounded very pained. His eyes were close to watering.
She'll make it okay? Don't worry so much about it. Faye's a strong girl. She could walk through a World War II battle field without a scratch, Jet told him, hoping he could ease Spike's mind.
World War II? Spike asked curiously.
You really didn't pay much attention during school did you? Jet asked.
Spike snickered before drifting off to sleep.
Spike, Spike? Jet called, nudging his shoulder.
Spike said sleepily.
It's over, Jet said cheerfully. She's okay, Jet added.
Can we see her? he asked.
Yeah, you go ahead. I have to clear some things up with the nurse, Jet told him, ushering him on.
Clear some things up? Spike asked.
Yeah, side effects etc. etc., Jet said. Go ahead, I'm sure she wants to see you.
Spike said as he turned and headed towards her room.

he called as he knocked on the big white door.
He got no answer so we invited himself into the room.
He took a chair and pulled it up next to her bed. She appeared to be sleeping.
Hello Faye... he greeted her, brushing the hair that stuck out of her bandages out of her face.
You look like hell, he told her, scanning over all her bruises.
Her eyes fluttered open. I'm sure I do, she whispered, her voice was hoarse from lack of use.
I'm still sorry, he said matter of factly. I really messed up this time didn't I? I mean really sorry... I missed you so much Faye, he told her grasping her hand gently, careful of her IV. I love you Faye... with all my heart. I really wish that I could go back in time and change things, but I can't. There's nothing that I can say to justify what I did to you... All I can do is ask you to forgive me Faye, he told her.
There was a long moment of silence. Spike felt like he his heart was going to beat right out of his heart if she didn't say something soon.
I wish that I could, but I can't forgive what I don't remember, she told him.
What are you talking about Faye? You aren't making any sense Spike asked. He was very confused. He tried his hardest to prepare himself for the worst case scenario, but he was more than unprepared for what was about to come.
What I'm saying is that I don't know you at all. I don't know how I got here. I don't even know who I am she told him.
He dropped her hand. What the hell? I still don't get what your saying! You're not making any sense! he said, trying to jump start her memory.
What part don't you get? I don't know who you are. This is the first time that I'm seeing your face. I don't know who I am, not a name, birthday, age, weight, eye color, nothing! I don't know why I'm here! I don't know where I live. I don't even know why my head freaking hurts so much! she said loudly. She held her head in her hands as she began to cry. Who am I? Can you tell me? she asked looking up at Spike.
Spike, are you in here? Jet called as he walked into the room.
I'm sorry, I tried to get here before you found out the hard way, Jet said. Jet guessed that he knew because of the dumbstruck look on Spike's face.
She says that she doesn't know me, Spike said as he got out of his seat.
She has amnesia, Jet said.
Is it permanent? Spike asked impatiently.
Jet told him. The doctors say that it's amazing that she's alive and is able to walk and talk like she is now.
Spike ran a frustrated hand through his messy olive green hair.
Look, I know that it's hard for you... Jet began, but Spike interrupted him.
You know that it's hard? You don't know shit Jet. I've been in hell waiting two damn months for her to wake up. You wouldn't understand any of it, the guilt, the ache, the hurt, the anger... I've waited so long and now all that's back is her body...
Spike, you don't mean that, you know that's not true. She may not remember anything, but she's still Faye Jet said, trying to get Spike to calm down.
Spike brushed past him and went outside to take a smoke.

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