Amnesia [open]

[ketchupkaper]

Who: Marcello & ? [open!]
Where: Josephine Central Hospital
When: Friday afternoon
What: Marcello gets pegged by a truck bumper and now has amnesia 'cause why not.
Note: Italian in italics because I'm lazy

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[oranje_windmill]

Willem and Sindre are sitting at the table on the porch when the call came in, drinking beer and throwing a Frisbee for Pochi as they enjoyed the first of the warmer spring weather. Willem heard his phone ring, but let it go to voice mail as he wrestled the toy away from the dog. He almost didn't check the message that was left, not wanting to interrupt the little time he had these days to spend with his friends.

What of his time school didn't eat up work did, and lately what little spare time he had was taken up with preparing for the wedding.

In the end he squashed the impulse,throwing the Frisbee as far into the yard as he could before grabbing his phone off the table and checking his messages.

Even hearing that the other man is fine, the two of them waste no time in heading off to the hospital to claim their injured friend. They only stop briefly to grab Marc's passport from his room to have proof of his identity.

[ketchupkaper]

It took a while before the receptionist was able to call in a nurse who would take them to flag down the doctor and finally lead them recovery wing.

Marcello looked up when he saw the two men standing in the doorway. They... weren't what he was expecting. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting - maybe a couple who looked more like him - but these two certainly weren't it.

After exchanging some final words with the doctor, he left them to carry out the rest alone.

Marcello continued to stare at the pair, with no signs of recognition. They were taller, paler, and with nice blonde hair. Very beautiful people indeed. He almost felt underdressed.

"U-uhm.." He began in Italian, quietly. "Do I know either of you?"

[oranje_windmill]

Marc looked like he had the day he'd shown up at the house, and it twisted Willem's heart to see him look like that.

He was also talking in Italian and looking at the both of them like he had no clue who they were, which was going to complicate things quite a bit. He'd picked up a bit of Italian in school, but not near enough to communicate with someone who was fluent.

"We're friends," he replied slowly, having to dig deep to find the little bit of the language he knew. Lacking any other ideas, he walked over to the bed and handed the passport to the other man.

[ketchupkaper]

The Seborgan frowned at Willem's reply. His accent was thick, but understandable. Maybe they were Germans - he didn't know. He leaned away when the supposed stranger came close to his bedside. The blonde was a little scary-looking up close.

He blinked at the small booklet that was offered to him and finally took it, opening it to skim its contents. "Is this- ah..." He halted his Italian, digging through his brain for anything else he could uproot. Thankfully, there was a bit of French and German embedded from childhood that might help. "Is this person one I know?" He muttered in French before settling into his equally-shitty German.

"This is family?" He began before he caught his own reflection in a vase beside him and his gaze darted back and forth from it to the passport ID. "Or..this person..I am this?"