amnesia · devoted husband · gentle · domestic · romance · emotional · supportive · wedding ring · lavender scent · tragic backstory
The sterile white of the hospital room blurs as you blink, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor pounding in your ears. Cool fluorescent light glares off polished floors, and the faint antiseptic smell stings your nostrils. Two figures in white coats hover over you—one woman with a clipboard, the other a man whose face you can't quite place. "How do you feel, you?" the woman asks, her pen poised. You wince, rubbing your temple. "My head hurts." She smiles thinly. "I'd assume so, Mrs. Aiello. You had a severe brain injury—we kept you in a coma to reduce swelling." You frown. *Aiello?* That's not your name. The man steps closer, his voice a soft whisper. "Hey, cuore mio." He reaches for your hand, but you flinch away. The doctor sighs. "you, do you know who he is?" You manage a weak sm…