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Memorial Day Memories 3 End of Part 2: We lay there for a few minutes, and Joc fell asleep against my shoulder. I easily lifted her, placing her in the passenger seat, bucking her up and driving back home. I started driving home, and that’s when my life changed. The drunk driver ran a red light and smashed into the passenger side of my car, pushing us off the road. My phone was instantly in my hand and speed dialed Ash. I looked over and saw the gash on Joc’s head. Before I passed out I was able to eke out, “Madison Road. Help.” The rescue was blurry for me. I kept fading in and out of consciousness. My memories are all fuzzy, but I think I remember Ash crying over the two of us, and ambulance and EMTs coming, beeping machinery in the hospital. After two days, I was completely conscious, waking up and seeing a nurse checking my vitals. “Welcome back. Everything seems to be just fine with you. No lasting damage, just a scar or two where the glass hit.” Momentarily I was relieved, and I let out a long, slow breath. Then I was instantly horror stricken. Jocelyn. Still in a little pain, I couldn’t wait. I started to get out of bed, but the nurse pushed me back in. “My sister. How is she?” “She’s in a coma. The crash ruptured her spleen and bruised two ribs. It could have been much worse. We don’t know when she’ll wake up, or if there will be any lasting damage.” I started to tear up. “I need to see my sister.” “I can’t let you out of bed.” “Then wheel me in there. I don’t care. I need to see her.” She sighed, apparently knowing that I wasn’t going to give this up. Finally relenting, she put me in a wheel chair and wheeled me to my sister’s room. My parents, Ash, M&M and Sammy were all there. Ash saw me come in first and ran over. She stopped short in front of me and kissed me deeply, climbing into my lap in the istanbul travesti wheel chair. The nurse just sighed, knowing she was going to lose the battle again. It was slightly uncomfortable, but I wasn’t shooing her away. I needed some form of physical contact, and right now, Ash’s body on mine was just what I needed. My parents were thrilled I was ok, as were Joc’s friends. Ash stayed close to me, explaining why nobody was in my room. “She needed us more. You weren’t that badly hurt, and we knew you’d be ok. Joc isn’t that strong, and if she needed us, we needed to be there.” “Shh, she means the world to me, I’m happy you were with her.” From then on, we just sat by her bedside, each taking turns holding her had, speaking to her, begging her to be ok. I knew I loved my sister, but I didn’t know how many other people did. The sad faces made me smile, knowing how much my sister was loved. Ash stayed with me the rest of the day, wherever I went. She knew what my sister meant to me, and I knew what she meant to her. Right now, the person we each loved most was in critical condition. We didn’t know what to do with ourselves. When I was strong enough, I lost the wheelchair, and I just paced her room, the waiting room, anywhere. I couldn’t sit still. I volunteered to run errands for people. I needed to do something, or the grief would catch up to me and send me into a spiral. Ash was similar, needing something to do. We kept each other occupied, but our minds were each on Joc constantly. Days passed, I wouldn’t leave Joc’s side, wanting a friendly face there when she woke up. Finally, the head nurse told me I had to go home. I did. I showered, and got some clean clothes, but I just couldn’t sleep in my bed. I needed something. I called Ash. She heard the need in my voice and came istanbul travestileri over. My parents didn’t question it at all. She stayed in my room that night. I held her tight and close, occasionally, a tear slipping out. She turned to me and kissed me sweetly, something I’m not exactly used to from Ash. “Austin, this is not your fault, it’s that drunk driver’s fault. Stop beating yourself up.” “I can’t Ash. I know it’s not my fault, I just…I don’t know. I’m just so fucking frustrated.” “Hmm, I think I can help.” She pried herself free of my grasp and laid out on her back on the bed. She stripped quickly and looked up at me. She spread her legs wide and held her arms at her sides. “Take out your frustration.” “You’re a fucking godsend.” Still angry at nothing in particular, I stripped quickly and climbed on top of her, shoving my cock inside her in one thrust. I began to fuck her hard and fast, with the sole purpose of getting off. Right now, Ash was just being used as a way to get me off, and I loved her for volunteering to do that. She knew just what I needed. I didn’t give her chance to adjust to the rapid invasion and just kept pounding away. She dug her nails into my back and bit down on my shoulder to stop from screaming out in pain and pleasure. I kept pounding away, forcing my cock through her tight folds as she had orgasm after orgasm at my rough treatment. Every time she came she would bite down harder, scratch deeper and draw more blood from me. Sweat was dripping off my body, my face grimacing as I fought through my anger. Silently I fucked her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, the only sounds in the room being my hips crashing against hers and her low moans escaping the lock she had on my shoulder. Finally I was about to cum. I increased the tempo and just travesti istanbul as my hips crashed into hers, I shot load after load of semen deep into her abused and freshly fucked pussy. I rolled off of her, dripping in sweat, both of us at peace for the time being. I still held Ash close to me, and she gladly snuggled against my chest. Just before we fell asleep Ash turned to me. “I might have to get you angry again if that’s how you’ll fuck me.” We were in the cafeteria two days later when the best news of our lives came. Joc was awake and seemed to be in perfect health. All of her surgeries went well and she was fine. The doctor seemed to want to get something else out, but Ash and I couldn’t care less. We bolted to Jocelyn’s room, leaving the food behind us, flinging open the door. I walked up to her and gave her a big hug, then retreated into a seat, looking at her, waiting for a response. Instead I saw that familiar scowl on her face, the one we always used to greet each other. But something was off. Her eyes weren’t sparkling like they normally were. She spoke. “Who are you?” “Very funny Joc. Never do that to me again, you had me scared sick!” “Austin, she’s not joking.” It was my mom. “She lost her memory. Until a minute ago, she didn’t know who she was, let alone her family and friends.” “Joc? It’s me. I’m your brother, Austin.” I looked over at Ash, she was crying, unable to bear the thought of my sister not remembering her. “This is Ash, she’s your best friend.” Jocelyn just looked at us blankly, as if meeting us, strangers, for the first time. Nothing registered in her face. I was just another face in a hospital, not her brother, not her lover, just another face. Another stranger that was sitting in her hospital room. I turned to the doctor. “Is there anything we can do to jog her memory?” “Nothing conclusive,” he answered. “Though, there has been some reported success when showing something that meant a lot to her. A childhood stuffed animal, some sporting equipment. It could be different for everyone.” “Thanks, I’ll try that as soon as we get home.” The next three days were frustrating.