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ANDREW

Amy, you will fucking wake up.

You’ll wake up and I’ll spend every single day showing you just how a real man treats his girl.

Jesus. I almost howl in frustration. The need and desperation to touch her while she’s awake is already getting too much. The strain is getting to me.

Every day is the same. I come into her room and stare at her, thinking how fragile she is and doesn’t deserve to be so alone.

I was the attending physician on the night that Amy arrived at the hospital. There was a huge pile up on the interstate, and she was just one of a dozen survivors. I attended to several patients, but she was the only one that captured my attention. Even with a thin film of blood and debris on her face and all over her body, there was no denying the fact that she was beautiful.

Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She was the one on the stretcher, with lacerations and bruises on her arms and legs, but I stood in the emergency room with my pulse pounding in my temple and my breath almost knocked out of me. My training kicked in, and I did whatever I could for her.

But I went home that day feeling an unfamiliar hunger and dark possessive feelings curling in my gut. Down to the marrow of my bone, I knew she wasn’t just any other patient. She was mine.

She sustained multiple injuries, but the worst was the skull fracture. Good thing it didn’t require surgery. Trauma to her brain has left her in a comatose state for weeks. Her parents were killed in the crash, and she had no known next of kin.

Putting myself in charge of her medical decisions was a no-brainer. There was no way I would leave her in the care of someone else, maybe except the other specialists involved in her case. I inserted myself so far into her life that I can no longer imagine my life without her. I don’t know her past, but fuck if I care. Her future is with me.

I move to the bed and gently stroke her hair, just as I do every day…but today is different. The monitor beeps and I look over to see that her brain activity has spiked.

“Amy? Amy, can you hear me?” my heart slams into my ribcage as I wait for a response.

First, her hand twitches, and then she moves her head.

“Amy. Amy, wake up now. It’s time to open your eyes.”

Her eyelids twitch then slowly lift, exposing the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. I suck in a sharp breath as she turns to me. She winces when the light hits her retinas, and I grab a vial of saline, administering a few drops to each eye.

Her hands reach for the nasal cannula, and I quickly remove it. I watch her for a few seconds, trying to assess if she’s having breathing difficulties and if I need to put it back on. I’m relieved to see none.

But…

She’s trying to talk to me. What does she want to say?

She coughs and takes her first deep breath.

“Amy? It’s nice to see you. Welcome back,” I smile down at her.

“A-Amy? Is that me?” she asks, voice still hoarse. She swallows and clears her throat. “W-who are you? I know your voice. W-wait. Are…are you my husband?”

Well, fuck.

My lips begin to form the word, but I can’t bring myself to say it. I know I should tell her that I’m just her doctor, but it just doesn’t feel that way to me. I’m more than that.

I’m the man who fell for her while she’s asleep. And I’m the man she will go home with when she leaves this place. I’m the only one she has left.

“You don’t know your name? Do you remember what brought you here? Can you remember anything?”

She stares out the window for a second then shakes her head, “No.” Tears begin to fall from her eyes, and I take her hand, still weak and shaking, and bring it to my cheek.

“It’s alright. Don’t be scared. Everything will come back to you in time.”

The curtain opens and the ward nurse cries. “Doctor Adams, she’s awake?”

“Get out,” I mutter.

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