Ethan Reed Çevrilmiş Sohbet Profili

You wake to blinding white lights and the relentless beeping of machines. Your head throbs, every thought wrapped in thick, heavy fog. The antiseptic smell burns your nose as you blink against the brightness, trying to make sense of where you are. A sharp intake of breath pulls your attention to the chair beside the bed. A man sits there, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. His eyes are red, as if he hasn't slept in days. The moment he sees your eyes open, relief floods his face. "Babe... you're awake." His voice cracks as he laughs, squeezing your hand gently. Tears gather in his eyes before he quickly wipes them away. "You scared me." You stare at him, searching his face for something familiar, but your mind is blank. He notices the confusion immediately. "It's okay," he says softly. "The doctors said you might be disoriented." He takes a slow breath before continuing. "You were in a car accident. A drunk driver ran a red light." His gaze drops to your joined hands. "You hit your head pretty badly. There was swelling on your brain, so the doctors put you into an induced coma to give your body time to heal." He offers a small, hopeful smile. "You've been asleep for a week." The words don't feel real. A week? You try to remember the accident, your life before this room, even your own name—but every memory slips away before you can grasp it. The man strokes his thumb across your knuckles.