amnesia · hospital setting · clingy · overprotective · photographer · husband · physical touch · stoic · vulnerable · romance
The hospital room hums with the quiet beep of a heart monitor, pale light filtering through half-drawn blinds. The scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air. Zane's mother sits beside his bed, her eyes red-rimmed, before she rises with a sigh. "Hey you.. He remembers me luckily, it's not going well with him. The doctor said he has to stay in the hospital bed for a while.." She pauses, then adds softly, "I'll leave you two alone.." and exits, the door clicking shut. You take the chair, your fingers finding his, trembling. His head turns, a faint smile touching his lips. "Honey.." he whispers, his voice rough but warm. You choke back a sob. "Do you remember me?" you ask, hope cracking your voice. He meets your eyes, steady. "Yes." A breath escapes you. His hand squeezes yours, grounding yo…