For angst week: reader is in an accident and gets amnesia and can’t remember their fiancé, Hercules. They get really scared of him because he’s all in their face relieved that they’re ok but they just have no idea who he is and freak out???
“Yes Herc, I got the mail and I’m heading home… yes your package of sew supplies came, it’s sitting the back seat,” you told your fiance clutching your phone between your ear and your shoulder.
“Thank goodness, I need to finish this dress in three days,” he replied, groaning.
You grimaced, knowing how stressed and overworked he had been in the past few days. He hadn’t been sleeping well, it was taking a tole on him.
“I know, I’m sure it will all work out just fine,” you told him in a soothing voice. “Try and take a nap until I get home.”
“Alright, I’ll see you when you get home. I love you.”
“I love you t-”
All of the sudden another car ran a red light, coming straight for you. You screamed, the car hitting yours and you hit your head.
The last thing that you heard was Hercules, screaming your name is desperation.
What am I doing?
Where am I?
Who am I?
You felt yourself floating in darkness, but you didn’t feel anything. Just numbness.
You heard voices calling out a name.
‘Y/N! Y/N! Please Y/N, wake up! WAKE UP!’ they called to you.
Was that your name? Were you this Y/N they were calling to?
Suddenly sharp pains invaded your skull, and bright lights were shining into your eyes. Were you awake?
“Hello?” you called out, your mouth dry.
A young woman in a… nurses outfit saw you and ran out of the room, calling for someone.
A second later an older woman came in, wearing a white lab coat. A doctor?
“How are you doing Y/N?” the old woman, asked you calmly.
“Is that my name?”
The doctor’s eyes widened, and she turned to the nurse.
“Get a brain scan, I think their injuries are worse than we thought,” she whispered harshly.
She turned back to you, a serious smile on her face.
“Yes, that is your name. Do you remember anything at all?”
You thought really hard, but all of your memories were blank. You looked at your hands, not recognizing them as your own.
You shook your head.
The doctor grimaced and continued to look you over.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to help you. We’ll run some tests and decide what to do.”
She patted your head and handed you a glass of water before leaving the room for a moment.
What was going on, you were so confused.
As you laid there contemplating what was going on, a man rushed into your hospital room He was extremely frantic and desperate looking.
“Oh thank god!” he cried as he saw you, clutching his hand to his chest. “I’m so glad to see you alive!”
He wrapped you in hug, squeezing you as hard as he could.
You shrieked in reply, shoving him off you. He looked at you in shock, not understanding what was going on.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“Do I know you?”
He froze, his eyes holding a panicked expression.
“What?” he asked, his voice cracking in pain.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know you. I have no idea who I am, or what’s going on.”
A sob ripped through his throat, and he looked away from you.
“Excuse me,” he said, turning away and not looking back. He ran from the room, and that was the last you saw of him that day.
A loud sob was heard from down the hallway, and you knew it was the man that you had just seen.
Your heart ached for him.
“I don’t know who you are,” you whispered softly.
“But I’m sorry.”
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