“She’s awake!” an unfamiliar voice called out, furthering the
dull throbbing in my head. “Nurse, she’s awake!”
As my vision came into focus, a woman in a blue dress and white apron rushed
over and began checking all the wires and monitors around me. Wait, why do I have wires attached to me?
“Oh my god, (Y/N), I’m so glad you’re alive,” the man who had called out for
the nurse said. He squeezed my hand so hard I thought my fingers were going to
fall off. “I love you so much.”
I frowned, “What?” My voice was nothing more than a croak. This
must be some kind of dream. “Who are you?” I asked the guy.
He laughed, a handsome smile crossing his face, “Really funny, (Y/N).” When I
only gave him a panicked stare in reply, his smile dropped and skin went pale. “You
really don’t know who I am?”
I shook my head. I wanted to know who he was desperately, but I couldn’t think;
everything was so fuzzy.
“Shit,” he mumbled, leaning back slightly on his chair, but his hand still
remained latched onto mine. “Nurse, is this normal?”
The woman who stood on the other side of the bed to the young man nodded her
head solemnly. “She’s suffered from a traumatic brain injury; memory loss is
common,” she told him.
He turned back to me, “So you don’t remember me at all?” His green eyes were sad,
I shook my head again. “I’m sorry,” I tried.
“(Y/N),” the nurse said, “Look straight ahead for me.” I did as I was told and
she shone a bright light into my eyes. “You’re responding to light just fine. I
can’t imagine you’ll have to wait long before you can be discharged.”
“Can I ask what actually happened?”
“You were in a car accident. You’ve been in a coma for the past twelve or so
hours,” she informed me.
All of this was hard to process; I could hardly believe what was going on. “Was
anyone else hurt?”
“I was the only other person in the car,” the green eyed boy said from beside
me. He looked defeated, running a hand through his unkempt hair, “The guy who
hit us got out without a single scratch.”
Something on his hand caught my attention; a ring on his marriage finger. I
looked down at my left hand and there they were: two rings – one engagement and
one promise band – sat gleaming just above my knuckle. “Are you my husband?” I
He looked up; a spark of hope brightening his features suddenly, “Yeah, I am.
I shook my head for the third time, “I just saw the rings…”
The brown haired boy noticeably crumpled in on himself as I said this, and he
released the grip he held on my hand. “I suppose I ought to introduce myself
then,” he sighed.
I shot him an apologetic smile; this must be killing him inside and I could do
nothing in my power to help him.
“My name’s Finn,” he told me with a tightly set jaw.
“Like Huckleberry Finn,” I said.
He nodded, a smile breaking his ridged features whilst tears spiked in his
eyes, “That’s exactly what you said the first time I met you, besides now.”
Something in his sad grin gave me a weird sensation of déjà vu, but it wasn’t
something I could hold onto and ponder over for long. It was as though my life
was one of those old undeveloped photo films and someone had just cut a huge
chunk off the end, leaving me with black emptiness in its place. I knew
memories were missing, but I didn’t know which ones, leaving me treading water,
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Finn… again,” I said.
He nodded, biting his lip as he looked away, unable to keep eye contact with me,
his hands noticeably trembling. “I’m going to get some coffee, do you want
anything?” His voice was strained as he stood from his chair and made his way
out of my hospital room, pausing at the door.
I shook my head once again and he left. Through the windows that looked into
the hallway I could see him pace away, hitting the walls with a bunched up fist
as he went along before stopping to press his forehead to it as his shoulders
shook in staccato.
Despite not being able to remember the young
twenty-something, I could feel an almost magnetic pull to him, something far
stronger than the apparent legal ties that bound us together. I unplugged
myself from whatever monitors I was attached to, and padded out into the
hallway to where he stood. He turned when he registered my presence and before
he could say anything I pressed my lips to his. He cupped my face ever so
gently and kissed me in such a way that I knew he was the one.
When we pulled away from one another, Finn laughed a little, his fingers
stroking my cheek softly.
“I figured you must be a pretty great guy if I agreed to marry you, so why not
skip formalities and get straight to the juicy stuff,” I said, a blush
reddening the tips of my ears.
“Things like that are exactly why I fell in love with you,” Finn replied,
unable to control the grin that spread across his features.
“Well then, now’s your chance to do it all over again,” I told him.
Finn nodded eagerly, biting his lip. “I’m always up for being able to have two ‘first
kisses’, especially when the second one involves you wearing an open-backed
My eyes grew wide at my sudden realisation of the breeze tickling over my behind
and I quickly turned my back to the wall. “I really took skipping formalities
to the next level, didn’t I,” I laughed.
Finn put his hands up in defence, “I’m not complaining.”