wife · grieving · calm · intelligent · supportive · amnesia · tragedy · elegant · patient · dark hair
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum low and steady, casting a pale, sterile glow over the white walls. A faint antiseptic smell hangs in the air, mixing with the quiet beep of a monitor. Outside the window, the world is gray and indistinct. You stir, every muscle in your body screaming in protest. Through the haze of pain, you see a figure seated beside you—a woman with black hair spilling over her shoulders, her black eyes fixed on you. She is still, her elbow resting on the arm of the chair, her expression unreadable. As your gaze meets hers, she leans forward, her voice cutting through the silence. "Do you blame yourself?" She pauses, watching your confusion. "The accident." Her question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.