I wracked my mind, searching for the last thing I remembered, and only came to one. “I was having breakfast with my friend Tyler. He made me an omelet after I had a—” Eyeing this stranger, I wondered if I should tell him about my mental illness. Not many people understood, and most jumped to the conclusion that I would murder them. “After I had a panic attack. I told him I was starting a new job.”
In my mind, it was as if it had just happened. Tyler wasn’t happy about the transfer. He was concerned it would have been too much for me, but I tried to look on the bright side of it. Working as a personal assistant couldn’t bethathard.
The man’s dark eyebrow quirked, and a muscle jumped in his jaw, right by a divot in his cheek. “Which new job?”
I dropped my gaze to my lap and picked at the dirt beneath my nails. “Personal assistant.”
A bone-chilling quiet fell over us, and tension radiated off this guy who refused to tell me his name.
A tall man wearing a white knee-length coat came into the room. His gaze immediately landed on me, his eyebrows bunching. The doctor tilted his head before he covered his confusion with a gentle smile. “Emma, I’m so glad to see you awake. How do you feel?”
“Hurting,” I whispered. My head was killing me, and my body ached like someone had bent every bone until it was about to snap. “What happened?”
The doctor’s gaze slipped toward the silent businessman beside me before he brought it back to me. “You were in a car accident two weeks ago. You were in critical condition when the ambulance brought you here, and you’ve been in a coma ever since.” He cocked his head to the side as gaze roamed from my head to my outstretched legs on the bed. His observation was strictly medical, like he could see everything wrong in my body with just a simple look. “I’m going to do some X-rays, MRIs, and CT scans to see how you’re holding up.”
I nodded and winced from the pain. “Okay.”
The doctor’s eyes softened, and he patted my knee. “I’ll also have the nurse give you some pain meds if you’d like.”
“Yes, please,” I blurted.
He beamed a million-dollar smile. “Okay. I’ll have one of them come in. Until then, get some rest.”
Those diagnostics might help with my medical issues, but it still didn’t answer the most important question. Who was this man in my room?
Emma doesn’t remember me.
I was at a loss for words—not that I was a man who talked much. How cruel was fate that it would give me a mate, only for it to wipe away her memories of everything between us? Should I tell her what we were to each other? Would it help jump-start her memories? Or should I start all over again, making her fall in love with me?
“Make her fall in love with us. If she did the first time, who’s to say she won’t a second time?”my demon interjected.
I could see Emma getting upset again when she found out that I was a demon and had a side of me that was feral for her.
The whole day was spent with Emma, going through tests and scans. When they were done, they brought her back to the ICU room. A nurse let Emma and me know that she would be moved into a different part of the hospital now that she was awake and able to breathe on her own. I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting answers about why she didn’t remember anything.
The doctor who had been working with Emma pulled me outside the room after he reviewed the images. I slipped my hands into my pockets and stared at the exhausted human.
“Her brain has some swelling and bruises, especially on her temporal lobe, which controls memories,” he said.
“When will she get them back?”
The doctor sighed and rubbed his eyebrow as he thought over his next words. “I don’t know. There’s nothing I can do. It’s up to her body to heal and possibly recover her memories. I do want to warn you there’s a possibility that she will never remember.” He looked me dead in the eye. “It’s best to take her to places you’ve been, even talking to her about what you’ve done together. Hopefully, that will help jump-start her memories, but other than that, there’s nothing we can do.”
I clenched my jaw and held myself back from wringing his neck.
When I said nothing, the doctor awkwardly cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “We’ll keep her here for another day just so we can keep an eye on her should anything happen.”
Not having anything to say, I brushed past him and went into the room, finding Emma still lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest. Instead, I had to sit on the chair beside her and pretend we weren’t mates.
How the fuck was I going to tell her about me being a demon? I wasn’t sure if I should gently remind her of everything and risk upsetting her or if I should start over again and hope she’d fall for me. Whatever route I took, Emma was worth it. She would forever be my sunshine.
* * *
I sat in Emma’s new room, silently working on my laptop while she napped. She’d been tired and in pain since she woke up. The nurses had been giving her pain meds, which made Emma drowsy.
A knock on the door had me raising my head. Lillian popped her head through the tiny crack, her gaze landing on Emma. Her eyes widened, and she came into the room.
“Is she...?” Lillian looked at me with glassy eyes full of tears.
