Hope comes in all shapes and sizes (Dustin)

[phillip jack corgan]

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It was a quiet day in the Medical center,Not that many appointments,except for the two young men sitting in chairs next to each other. One had a pair of ear buds in, and the other, probably older then the earbuded one, was sitting looking at a magazine strangely.Phill, the one with the ear buds, asked him to sit down as he was quickly becoming slightly annoying. "Dustin! sit the Hell down! i know there's a game system here... it's for the little kids... i am NOT playing with you!" he said with a rather annoyed tone. "Dustin, go read a book! go sit and watch TV... do something BESIDES ANNOY ME!" He yelled at his brother. some days Dustin's 28 year old behavior was annoying, other days he could deal with it. Finally he relented and asked if there were any games from 2003 for the console sitting there.. at least he knew he could win on those... it was a tough deal having to lie to Dustin, reminding him that the time was flying and that the school was doing great, when in actuality 10 years had flown by, and everyone they had known was gone... David and Lizzy had passed away in the accident, Phill's close friend and manager, Dr. Paul, had died backstage... what was wrong with the world today, when 3 people were gone and Dussy, a nickname from phill since when little couldn't say Dusty, didn't even know that they were deceased. All he hoped was this wasn't a crock of shit and a waste of time for both of them.

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[dustin bradley corgan]

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It was times like these when Dustin felt like being childish. Sometimes, there were things he never even seemed to remember, like how Brad and Angelina were together. Granted, he never much cared, and it was true that he didn't care now either. But the magazine on the small round table in the waiting room of the hospital pictured the two on the cover: front and center. Dustin couldn't help but pick it up and stare at it. He made a confused face at the magazine as he flipped through the pages, trying to find the story about Brad and Angelina's relationship to refresh himself. However, as typical magazines were, he couldn't find where the advertisements stopped and the magazine articles started. He wasn't sure how girls read these things. Giving up, Dustin threw the Magazine to the side and stood up, walking around the waiting room curiously. Everything seemed different now. He had been in this waiting room before, but it seemed so new now.

In the corner, Dustin spotted a gaming console on the floor. In a moment of immaturity, he decided it would be a brilliant idea to play the game, which was probably set up for sick kids. But he was 28, right? These were his last few years to act like a kid before he hit thirty and suddenly nothing was acceptable anymore.

What Dustin didn't know was that he was 38. He didn't remember that the last 10 years of his life had happened, because his brain was no longer capable of making new short term memories. Dustin suffered from anterograde amnesia, which was caused by a bad injury after he was involved in a car accident 10 years ago. His last memories are from before the car crash, and any things that he learned now would be hazy after a few hours and would be totally forgotten when he woke up the next morning. Tomorrow, Dustin wouldn't even know that he had been here. He wouldn't know who the doctor was, or even that he had some sort of amnesia. It wasn't his fault. Some days, he was told about his problem, and some other days he was never informed at all. It grew tiresome to others to explain his issues and everything that had happened in ten years' time, and if Dustin could remember everything that happened, he would feel awful for having to put people through all that he did for the past ten years.

Staring at the game console, Dustin turned to his brother Phill, who was sitting in a chair listening to music. "Hey Phill! Look they've got a game system! Let's play a round! Come on!" The Phill that Dustin knew would have jumped at the chance to play a game with his brother. However that man had been changed by ten years worth of experiences. The man who sat in the chair before Dustin was not the same man that Dustin thought he knew, and he never would be. That man was wiser now. He was older. He was more responsible. He had replaced Dustin in the role of older brother, and now watched over Dustin as Dustin had him before he forgot everything.

"Dustin! sit the Hell down! i know there's a game system here... it's for the little kids... i am NOT playing with you!" Phill snapped at Dustin, and Dustin furrowed his brows, taken aback. "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," He said before walking around the waiting room for a few more minutes. He walked by the game console several more times, but didn't acknowledge it. However, he continued to be drawn to it. It was calling his name. He had to play. But he wouldn't.

"Ugh, I am SO BORED," Dustin said aloud, looking to Phill for a reaction. When he didn't get one he continued. "Okay, there's NOBODY IN HERE. Why do we have to wait this long?!" It was true, there wasn't even a receptionist behind the desk anymore. She had left to go on break, and no patients were waiting. It was only Phill and Dustin, and both were bored out of their minds. Dustin wasn't sure about Phill, but he felt like they had been forgotten about.

After a few more circles about the room, Dustin caved and went back to the game console. "Come on, Phill. Let's go. You and me. One round. Nobody has to know," Dustin pleaded, the boredom and random bout of hyperactivity getting to him. "Dustin, go read a book! go sit and watch TV... do something BESIDES ANNOY ME!" Phill yelled in reply and Dustin rolled his eyes, turning away. He wandered the room for a few more minutes, looking for something... anything to do. A new receptionist came in to replace the old one, and Dustin raised an eyebrow. The new receptionist was looking between Dustin and Phill, admiring their muscles. Dustin was inunterested in the plain looking girl, but after a few more laps, Phill got up to talk to her. He could have sworn he heard him ask her something about a game, after which the receptionist shook her head no. Dustin sighed out of boredom. "Geez, Where IS everybody?" He said, exasperated before sitting down in a nearby chair and rubbing his forehead with his hands. Whatever the reason he was here with Phill had better be worth it. They were missing a good show to be here and Dustin was not too happy about it.

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[phillip jack corgan]

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Phill rolled his eyes.. " i know what you mean... it's like no one's even remembered we are here... but that nurse was kinda hot... but not my type... serious image issues there sweetheart..." he joked around with his brother before handing over his ipod. "here, brought this for you. quit leaving it in my room! it's not a good idea." Phill was in a slightly better mood then before, speically since old pickle puss had left the room and Dustin wasn't being as annoying anymore. "I just miss things being the way they used to. you know, just me you and mom and dad.. just the 4 of us, and goofing around in the backseat. It's all gone now... i really miss those days sometimes... but, we're going to get them back right? you me and Old doc there. come on Dustin, tell me a joke! i need a good laugh."
Those jokes were terrible, but phill felt like he needed a small pick me up... and he wasn't near a Pepsi machine and that was his other love... his first: Wrestling. His Second was art... and His brother.. but it was okay.. those jokes were the one thing that kept them close... it was an unspoken bond tween the two of them.. that and Dustin could always tease him about his Bee Fears... which were justified.. if you were stung by a swarm of bee's and damn near died you'd be scared to. "Or do bee puns! those always go over big."

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