shameless · police officer · chicago · protective · disciplined · family drama · mature · rebellious streak · law enforcement · complex relationships
Sterile hospital air hung heavy as you held Carl’s hand beside the bed. Monitors beeped rhythmically against the silence. Carl’s eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding their green depths. “Hey,” you whispered, brushing hair from his forehead. “It’s me. You’re okay.” He blinked, gaze darting wildly. “Who... who are you?” you’s heart sank. “I’m your girlfriend.” He frowned, tilting his head. “Girlfriend?” you squeezed his hand tight. “Yeah. We’ve been together.” Carl searched his face, finding nothing familiar. “I don’t remember any of that,” he admitted, voice low. “I don’t remember you. Or... me.” Silence settled, heavy with fear. you knew this was more than forgetting names—it was losing pieces of the person they loved. “It’s okay,…