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wallowing. “Liam, your brain is intact. In time your memories might return. There is no reason to suggest you will never remember. Don’t put too much stress on your system. Just like I tell amnesia patients, your brain is working, even as we speak, to remember.” She sucked in a breath. “I must install positivity in you, just as I must warn you there is an eighty percent chance you will never remember. Based on similar cases such as yours, the swelling of the brain tissue can sometimes have permanent results. If, in the case your memory doesn’t return, you can always relearn your skills. There is no weakness in having to take a step back to go forward.”
My eyes blazed with anger. What did she know? Did she find her soul mate in a coma and then wake up to find she could no longer deliver on the promises made? I promised Nina a man who would support and care for her. A man who wanted to whisk her off and open a business together. I’d broken every promise I made the moment my eyes opened. I was worthless and refused to let Nina be dragged into my broken world.
“I need to be alone,” I mumbled, before lurching upright.
“Liam. No. Let me help you. Calm down, we can figure this out. Together.”
I shuffled to the door. My limbs were zombified, not willing to move after being inert for twenty-two days, but I forced them away from Nina’s sad voice and down the yellow corridor. I didn’t know where I was going. All I wanted was somewhere I could think. Somewhere I could indulge in self-pity and get a handle on my new reality.
Who cared if there was a twenty percent chance my condition wasn’t permanent? My hands curled. They were crap odds. Basically, I was royally screwed.
Charlotte would hate me for being so weak. I had no right to be confused and upset. If I pulled myself up and accepted I was lucky to be alive, I could focus on what I needed to do to fix myself.
Instead, as I shuffled creakily through the cheery yellow hospital, I swiped at the burning sensation in my eyes. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t that much of a sap.
God, Liam. It’s not the end of the world.
Guilt crushed me. I wasn’t dead. Anderson and Samantha were. Anderson left behind three kids and a wife of twenty-six years. I didn’t know Samantha’s family, but I knew they’d suffer her loss.
I shouldn’t wallow in something as trivial as lost memories. I was alive. I’d won the woman in my dreams . I’m a medical miracle .
The stagnant island air welcomed me as I stumbled out the back door. I couldn’t go any further and slithered down the wall, collapsing in a heap. My pulse was erratic, not used to so much exercise. The uncomfortable concrete bit my naked ass, and only then did I notice I was in a gown with my balls hanging free. I hated these fucking things.
I sat there for who knows how long, staring at the late afternoon sun. The gardens were slightly overgrown. Maybe staff ate lunch here, or brought patients for a walk in the shabby grass oval, sheltered by banana leaves and trees.
I stifled a groan as Joslyn appeared, her neck craned, looking for me. I crunched into a smaller huddle, hoping she’d go away. I couldn’t deal with her right now. I meant what I said—I needed to be alone—to grieve, comprehend, and put myself back together again.
She spotted me. She waved and hobbled over on her crutches.
“Everyone’s looking for you, Liam. You need to come back inside. You need to rest.” She reclined against the wall and slid to puddle awkwardly beside me. One knee bent, with the other straight out in its cast. It was bare plaster, no scribbles or get well wishes. Had she been here on her own for almost a month watching me wither away in a coma? Why didn’t she go home to family? Shit, my family! They must be so anxious to know I was okay.
I flinched as she placed her hand on my forearm. Every extremity was off, as if my skin wasn’t used to being touched. Which I supposed was true. My mind skipped
My eyes blazed with anger. What did she know? Did she find her soul mate in a coma and then wake up to find she could no longer deliver on the promises made? I promised Nina a man who would support and care for her. A man who wanted to whisk her off and open a business together. I’d broken every promise I made the moment my eyes opened. I was worthless and refused to let Nina be dragged into my broken world.
“I need to be alone,” I mumbled, before lurching upright.
“Liam. No. Let me help you. Calm down, we can figure this out. Together.”
I shuffled to the door. My limbs were zombified, not willing to move after being inert for twenty-two days, but I forced them away from Nina’s sad voice and down the yellow corridor. I didn’t know where I was going. All I wanted was somewhere I could think. Somewhere I could indulge in self-pity and get a handle on my new reality.
Who cared if there was a twenty percent chance my condition wasn’t permanent? My hands curled. They were crap odds. Basically, I was royally screwed.
Charlotte would hate me for being so weak. I had no right to be confused and upset. If I pulled myself up and accepted I was lucky to be alive, I could focus on what I needed to do to fix myself.
Instead, as I shuffled creakily through the cheery yellow hospital, I swiped at the burning sensation in my eyes. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t that much of a sap.
God, Liam. It’s not the end of the world.
Guilt crushed me. I wasn’t dead. Anderson and Samantha were. Anderson left behind three kids and a wife of twenty-six years. I didn’t know Samantha’s family, but I knew they’d suffer her loss.
I shouldn’t wallow in something as trivial as lost memories. I was alive. I’d won the woman in my dreams . I’m a medical miracle .
The stagnant island air welcomed me as I stumbled out the back door. I couldn’t go any further and slithered down the wall, collapsing in a heap. My pulse was erratic, not used to so much exercise. The uncomfortable concrete bit my naked ass, and only then did I notice I was in a gown with my balls hanging free. I hated these fucking things.
I sat there for who knows how long, staring at the late afternoon sun. The gardens were slightly overgrown. Maybe staff ate lunch here, or brought patients for a walk in the shabby grass oval, sheltered by banana leaves and trees.
I stifled a groan as Joslyn appeared, her neck craned, looking for me. I crunched into a smaller huddle, hoping she’d go away. I couldn’t deal with her right now. I meant what I said—I needed to be alone—to grieve, comprehend, and put myself back together again.
She spotted me. She waved and hobbled over on her crutches.
“Everyone’s looking for you, Liam. You need to come back inside. You need to rest.” She reclined against the wall and slid to puddle awkwardly beside me. One knee bent, with the other straight out in its cast. It was bare plaster, no scribbles or get well wishes. Had she been here on her own for almost a month watching me wither away in a coma? Why didn’t she go home to family? Shit, my family! They must be so anxious to know I was okay.
I flinched as she placed her hand on my forearm. Every extremity was off, as if my skin wasn’t used to being touched. Which I supposed was true. My mind skipped
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