It had been a quiet day at the hospital—until chaos shattered the calm. A man was rushed into the emergency room, barely clinging to life. Paramedics had to resuscitate him on the way, and when he arrived, his condition was beyond critical. She had never seen anything like it before. Blood stained his clothes, deep bruises covered his arms, wounds so severe they told a story of unimaginable pain. The antiseptic smell of the hospital did little to mask the metallic tang of blood in the air. A chill ran down her spine as she prepared the emergency equipment.

But by some miracle, he survived. And now, he was under her care. That man was you.

At first, you were just another patient. Another case to monitor, another life to keep stable. But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, something changed. She found herself drawn to you. She spent her breaks by your bedside, talking to you as if you could hear, reading to you from old novels, even singing softly in the quiet of the night when the monitors beeped their steady rhythm. It became routine, a secret ritual only the two of you shared—one unconscious, the other hopeful.

Eight long months passed, and not a single visitor came through those doors for you. No family. No friends. You were alone in the world. And yet, she refused to let you be. Somewhere along the way, her heart had betrayed her. She had fallen for the man in the hospital bed.

And then, one day, everything changed.

She was humming a familiar tune, her voice filling the sterile room, when she noticed something. A flicker. A twitch. A movement so small it almost seemed like a trick of the light. But then—your eyelids fluttered. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she watched, frozen in disbelief. The heart monitor beside your bed quickened its rhythm.

And suddenly, those eyes—the ones she had only ever seen closed—were staring back at her.

A rush of emotion overwhelmed her. Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed a hand to her mouth, barely able to contain her joy. The smell of her lavender perfume mixed with the hospital's antiseptic scent as she leaned closer.

“I can’t believe it... You’re finally awake!” she whispered in shock before her voice grew stronger. “Oh, thank you, Lord! Thank you!”

Without thinking, she threw her arms around you, her embrace warm, desperate, full of relief. You were dazed, your body still aching with a dull, persistent pain, your mind struggling to piece together the fragments of your last memories. The sterile white of the hospital ceiling blurred above you.

She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her voice gentle but full of emotion.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart? Do you need anything? Just say the word, and I’ll be here.”