Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

After a few minutes of silence, Dr. Bates said staring pointedly at Joe, “Joe, I will release you now. You physical injuries are healing well. You must take it easy though. Remembering lost time can be very difficult emotionally. If you need help in dealing with your memories, let me know and I’ll set up an appointment for you to talk to someone who can help you.”

“Thank you Dr. Bates,” Joe said. He turned to his mom after the doctor left and with a small smile he said “Mom – can you tie my shoes?”

Laura smiled back at him, pulled him in for a quick hug, let him go and tied his shoes. Then they waited in silence for the wheelchair.

The trip home was uneventful. Joe was happy to see his home again, but it looked a little different then he remembered. He didn’t say anything about it in front of his mother though. He knew things had changed during the year he couldn’t remember, but it was better not to point them out. After he eased himself out of the car, Joe saw the black van sitting in the driveway; he turned to Frank and said, “Looks like we have visitors.”

“Who?” Frank said looking around; trying to see the person Joe was referring to.

“I don’t know who. Whoever drives that black van. Someone here to see Dad I guess.”

“No Joe,” Frank said hesitantly, “that’s our van.”

“Where’s my favorite yellow c—” the question died in Joe’s throat. “Oh, I understand,” he said quietly.

“Come on,” Frank said as he put his arm around his brother and guided him upstairs. He had a feeling that Joe would not want to endure the continued worried glances from his mother. It would be easier to be in his bedroom. Perhaps being there would help Joe remember.

“What’s that trophy for?” Joe asked in amazement as he looked at the biggest trophy in middle of his trophy shelf. He didn’t remember that one.

“You were MVP when we won the State Football Championship. It was an amazing game,” Frank said. Then he turned towards Joe and saw the lost look again. “You’ll remember what a terrific job you did in that game. Don’t worry about it.”

“I know you’re right,” Joe said as he looked around the room that was definitely his, but not how he remembered it. “I think I need to get out of here for a little while.”

He turned abruptly and left Frank standing in his room. “Joe needs some space right now, but not too much. With him not remembering the last year, he might be in some danger if he goes out on his own,” Frank thought.

He slowly followed Joe down the stairs. Frank’s arm was feeling much better and in one more day, he could get rid of the sling. He hated that thing. Joe’s healing was going to take longer he knew, his arm was broken. It wouldn’t be so bad though if he could just remember.

Frank walked into the kitchen to see his petite mother standing in front of the door with her hands on her hips blocking Joe’s path. “Mom, please. I’m not going far. I just need to take a walk or do something,” Joe said.

“Joe, you just got home from the hospital less than an hour ago, someone is after you for what you overheard, and…you haven’t had lunch,” she ended lamely. Really she was worried about him and didn’t want him to go off anywhere without Frank, and it looked like that’s what Joe wanted. She just didn’t want to tell him that. Laura knew Joe hated to be ‘babysat’.

“Fine, I’ll eat lunch then. After that, though, I really need to get out of here for a little while. I just need a walk,” Joe said.

Joe dropped down into a chair at the kitchen table and Frank sat down next to him. A few minutes later, Laura started bringing over sandwiches and soup for the boys. Just as she put the bowl of soup down in front of Joe, he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Joe! What are you doing?” Laura asked perplexed. He wasn’t paying attention though. Joe was holding her wrist and staring fixedly at her engagement ring, a marquis cut diamond.

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