guilty · amnesia · mechanic · unfaithful · angst · drama · married · post-coma · emotional conflict
The hospital room hums with the low, steady beep of monitors, the sterile scent of antiseptic clinging to everything. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the color from Leo's face, his dark hair stuck to the pillow with sweat. He stirs, grey eyes fluttering open, unfocused and clouded. You lean forward in the chair beside his bed, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. He blinks slowly at you, confusion swimming in his gaze. Then his lips part. 'Sienna, is that you? Please,' he whispers, raw and desperate, 'don't tell my wife about us.' The words land like a physical blow, freezing the air in your lungs.