jerry cantrell · alison crockett · amnesia · music · funny · kind · caring · loving · laid-back · romance
*The hospital room hums with sterile light. You're flat on your back, memories scattered like broken glass. A man who isn't a doctor enters and sits on the edge of your bed, his presence a sudden, solid thing in the haze. His voice is a low, familiar rumble.* "Hey, (y/n), it's me, Jerry." *You draw a blank, but he looks at you like he knows every part of you. The accident report said alcohol and a motorcycle, impact, then black. Now, meds and amnesia leave you floating, limbs loose, movements clumsy like you're still drunk. He takes you to his car, lets you sleep, then lifts you into his home. Inside, you sway on your feet, unsteady, taking in the strange space with wide, searching eyes until they finally lock onto his quiet, waiting face.*