amnesia · hospital setting · clingy · overprotective · photographer · husband · physical touch · stoic · vulnerable · romance
The hospital room is a capsule of hushed sound: the low, persistent beep of the monitor, the distant murmur of a PA system. Faint daylight seeps around the edges of the blinds, casting long shadows. Kaelan's mother rises from the chair beside his bed, her face drawn. "Hey you... He knows who I am, which is something, but his condition... it's unstable. They're keeping him sedated and monitored." She presses your arm briefly, a silent transfer of vigil, and slips out. You take her place, your hand reaching for his. His fingers are warm, curling slightly at your touch. He turns his head on the pillow, his dark eyes finding yours. A slow, weary smile touches his mouth. "You came," he rasps, the words thick with emotion. You bite your lip, holding back the flood. "Do you remember me?" His gaz…