*charlies pov*

Charlie stood in the elevator, in the middle of Phil and PJ in a long awkward silence, bad music playing, only making it worse.

The doors opened with a loud 'cling' and Phil shot Charlie I strange look. "This isn't the..." He started but his friend cut him off with a laugh.

"I know Philly, but I have an idea..." Phil's checks turned red at the nickname, and Pj laughed.

"D-don't call me Philly...." Phil begged, whilst Charlie and Pj cracked up.

"Anyways," Charlie started, smiling a little. "I know the perfect way to get you in to see your friend peej!"

Pj looked at him with bright, curious green eyes. "And what is that?" Phil also gave his friend a questioning look.

"Secret!" Charlie laughed, opened the door to his room.

Troye was sitting on his bed, blue blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His laptop was warning up his lap, and wires were attached to shirt shirtless chest, testing his heart rate and lung capacity.

"Hey, Troye...sorry..." Phil muttered, and the only American in the room looked up. He smiled sadly at his distress friend.

"Don't be, we're cool." Phil shrugged, still feeling horrible, and Charlie patted his arm. He hated seeing his friends so upset, especially over silly little fights.

"So Troye," Charlie kept comforting his sad friend, but looked up at Troye. "This is Pj, Phil met him in the bathroom."

The new bee stepped out from behind Charlie, and gave a small wave. "Hey." Pj gave an award winning smile to Troye, and walked up to him so he could properly shake his hand. Charlie could tell he was all about first impressions.

"Nice to met you." Troye smiled politely, hating the awkwardness, and just wanting to skip to the chase. Charlie gave Troye a sad smile and patted Phil's back before walking up to the bed his roommate slept on, and was currently sitting on. He planned on just skipping the small talk.

"So..." Charlie started, and suddenly forgot what he was gonna say. He looked down at Troye, then up to the stranger with green eyes in front of him.

What the fuck was that person doing in his room! He didn't have a white hospital bracelet on, so he wasn't a patient here. He also didn't look to much like Troye, other then the brightness of their eyes, so he couldn't be related. He sorta looked like Phil, but Phil's family rarely visited.

"S-sorry but who are you?" Phil's blue-green eyed widened and he walked up to his friend. Pj looked at Charlie confused, and Phil shot him an apologetic look. Troye just looked at his lap.

"Give us a sec?" Lester asked politely. "You two, um get to know each other I guess?"

Then Phil led Charlie out of the room, a tight grip on his shoulder.

When they were safely outside the bedroom, Phil looked Charlie in the eyes, clearly worried.

"Did I say something?" The blonde asked, and pushed his glasses up his nose.

Phil shook his head no, and took a deep, shaky breath. He then went on to explain Pj, how they had met in the boys bathroom, talked, and then introduced Charlie to Pj.

Charlie nodded, realizing that his memories had faded, in only a few short minutes. Oh god he was getting worse... So much worse then before. This stupid hospital, all the way across the ocean was suppose to delay it...but lately his memories had been disappearing fast.

When Phil had finished Charlie nodded. "Th-thanks..." He muttered and looked sadly at his feet. Phil patted his shoulder, trying and succeeding and comforting him.

"No problem, now lets get back before Pj gets worried?" Charlie nodded mutely to his freind, but quickly pasted a fake smile onto his face.

"Sorry 'bout that!" Charlie chirped, and looked up at Pj nervously, but pretending to be fine. "My mind tends to wander."

Pj nodded. "That's fine, I was just telling Troye here that I needed to sneak into the ER."

Charlie looked over at Troye. His face was red with anger, and his hands shook. Charlie raised an eyebrow, and figured Pj had told Troye the story Phil had told him. He knew Troye hated bullies most out of anything. Bullies, and people who were homophobic.

Oh how Troye hated homophobic people.

Charlie thought about Nash...and the last time...that was something that would never leave his decaying memory's....

(( HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Sorry 'bout any spelling mistakes my editor was out of town 😂 anyways, eat lots of turkey and pray my family doesn't kill me xD. Also sorry it's short, but I'll have a bunch of chapter updates the next few days! :3 ))