Chapter 5: Lemon Cake Pie

"Sir, you need to eat." The nurse insisted.

Dylan just looked away, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He's not like this, maybe it's just the effects of the drugs in his system.

The nurse beside him just sighed. She's been doing this for hours, yet he doesn't seem to be moved. He kept on saying that he has no appetite. Dylan is awake for three days, and the whole hospital is amazed of his progress. All of the staffs, doctors and nurses seem to favor his stay here.

Maybe because they can still recall Kit's threat, saying that they'll be fired if anything reckless happens to the king of underground society. In a shorter sentence, Dylan is considered as a big deal.

"Fine sir, just call me if you need anything." The nurse pulled up the tray, signaling Dylan that she'll leave.

He just nodded as a form of response. Dylan doesn't feel like talking.

For a minute, he was now left alone with the dead silence. He's not too good with comprehending. He just sighed.

Dylan wanted to play his favorite game before or recall his hobby just to entertain himself, but he almost forgot that he lost all of his memories. With all that is happening, he even considered Dylan Bryst as a stranger.

To ease a small portion of his boredom, he took the mirror from the bedside table near him. He wants to familiarize his face. After angling the right position, he stared at his own sculpted masterpiece. He was an Adonis right from the start.

Thin lips, green eyes, black eyebrows and white skin... he was a modern prince with no damsel in distress.

"Oh, hey handsome." He greeted himself.

Even he is amazed of his own looks. He cannot believe the fact that he only got the nose line of his father!

'Maybe my mother is pretty than no other.' He concluded after seeing how gorgeous he is.

"I'm good looking, even if time forgets my name, fate will remember my face." He said whilst winking at the end of the sentence.

Dylan is still boastful like before, he and Reed share the same attribute sometimes. He continued staring at his face, but it was immediately interrupted when a woman wearing a red large jacket rushed in. She banged the door to close it.

Her entrance made Dylan look towards her direction. She's panting after running like a horse whipped for a race.

Dylan is still unconscious about the members of his past life, he decided to raise an eyebrow at her. His actions just made her chuckle. She knew Dylan, he's not like this, but perhaps, he just needs time. And while he is healing, they will understand him.

"Hey there handsome, miss me?" Aisling is aware of his condition.

Reed told him earlier about the accident and amnesia. She's pretty much worried of his state, and as a friend, she wants to offer a hand out to him.

Dylan's attention was immediately captured after he heard her voice. It made his heart thump. He doesn't know her, but his system was familiar of how to act. Quickly, he asked.

"Who are you?"

Aisling just smiled as she walk closer to him. She wants to make him remember of how he was a good friend to her. After reaching him, she stood beside the hospital bed while carefully staring at Dylan's unique eyes.

"I'm Aisling Claire Xenon." Plainly, she said.

She knows that he's not familiar with her and it won't be impossible if he cannot recall her, but that's why she's here, to make him remember.

"And?" Dylan added.

He's rooting for more information, to him, Aisling is intriguing and in need for more discovery. He cannot understand why his heart is acting weird around her.

"Well, we're best friends. I'm your sweetie and you're my pie, I'm your ice and you're my cream." She chanted like a little kid. She's jolly as ever, no wonder Dylan loved her back in the past. But sadly, it's no longer romance that Ais is after for.

"You're cute." He spoke out of the blue.

He could no longer contain it, she's indeed the perfect example for cuteness overload.

"I see, you're in love with my looks again." Aisling replied whilst winking at him.

Dylan just chuckled upon seeing her bubbly personality, now he's wondering even more. Curious about what he and Ais was like before back in the past. How he wish that he could recall, but he couldn't.

"By the way, I brought something for you."

Dylan finally realized that Ais is hiding something behind her back. He cannot see it, but its aroma can't hide itself. Dylan's nervous system immediately acted up, giving him a feeling of deja vu. To him, the scent wasn't foreign.

After a few seconds more, Ais finally revealed what was it. Dylan's eyes widened, the pie in his sight almost glowed. The king drooled and has reclaimed his appetite.

"Your favorite Lemon cake pie." Aisling presented.

Dylan immediately took the slice of pie from her hands. It was placed inside a see through disposable plastic container. Luckily, there was a spoon inside.

Dylan could no longer wait so he digged in. Like a child excited to eat chocolates, he rushed in opening the container. After fully opening, he sniffed the aroma loudly. He almost forgot that Ais was beside him.

Without further more actions, he ate his first bite. The taste is as good as it smells. No wonder this was his favorite back then. He continued eating. Ais just kept her silence as she stare at him. He looks happy, she's used in seeing him like this, happy and all. But one thing is new to her, Dylan does not always gets confined in hospitals.

Seems like everyone is really coping up with the massive change.

Dylan continued eating as Aisling's mind started to question the happenings. She still finds everything hard to believe. She just felt like it was yesterday when she asked him to check the note from her door step.

She's aware that even though he's awake, he's not the old Dylan that they know. He's a king who lost his crown in the cold war. No one is sure if the cold gates will open his memories and spit forgetfulness out of the pit.

'When will you be back Dylan Bryst?'