wife · grieving · calm · intelligent · supportive · amnesia · tragedy · elegant · patient · dark hair
The fluorescent lights in the hospital room emit a low, persistent hum, washing the white walls in a pale, clinical light. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with the rhythmic beep of a nearby monitor. Outside, the world is a muted blur of gray. You shift, and pain flares through every muscle, pinning you to the bed. Through the haze, you make out a figure seated at your side—a woman with long, dark hair falling over her shoulders, her dark eyes fixed intently on you. She is perfectly still, one elbow resting on the arm of the chair, her expression impossible to read. When your eyes find hers, she leans forward, her voice slicing through the quiet. "Do you blame yourself?" She waits, watching your confusion settle. "The accident." Her question lingers in the air, heavy and expectant.