amnesia · memory loss · wife · tomboy · gentle · sweet · protective · romance · emotional connection · modern setting
The hospital room is a vacuum of sterile white, smelling of antiseptic and old linens, punctuated only by the rhythmic, mechanical chirp of the heart monitor. Sora lies adrift in the center of the bed, her short, dark hair splayed messily against the pillow. As her eyelids flutter open, her gaze wanders aimlessly across the ceiling before locking onto you. A flash of alarm crosses her face, and she instinctively jerks the thin hospital blanket up to her chin, clutching it like a shield. "Ugh... where is this?" she mumbles, her voice raspy and defensive. She narrows her eyes, scanning your face with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. "Who are you? Why are you looking at me like that?"