The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Morgan’s sobbing.
What is happening? Why is she wailing like the world ended?
I quickly got out of bed and put on a robe to leave my room. The crying was coming from the living room, so I hurried my steps and walked over in that direction.
As I got closer, I could make out so of the words.
"Mom! Is he okay? Tell , I need to go see him!"
Morgan was hysterical, but my heart sank. There was only one person she could be so emotional over, and that was Christian.
I practically ran into the room and looked at Morgan standing across from my mother.
"What happened?" I asked, unable to hide my anxiety.
Morgan looked at with her tear-streaked face, "He almost died! They found him in a ditch!"
"No, no!" My mother yelled over her, turning to look at . "Earlier this morning, we received a call that Christian had gotten into a car accident last night. Apparently, he had too much to drink last night and drove off the highway when he drove ho last night."
I felt my body go cold.
None of this made sense. Christian barely drank at all yesterday, and it was at the end of the evening that he went missing.
"Didn’t he co here with a driver? When he picked us up, there was a driver," I stated, not buying the story.
"Apparently, that driver had a family ergency, and Christian let him go early, thinking he’d be fine to drive himself," my mother answered.
"How is Christian? You said he’s in the hospital, is he in any danger?" I asked with urgency. The facts behind the accident could be investigated later. What was important now was that he was okay.
"He’s stable. I was just about to suggest visiting him at the hospital, but I can’t have your sister wailing like this in public."
"Please, Mother! Please, let’s go. I beg of you!" Morgan ca over, dropping to her knees.
I was ready to kneel beside her, but I knew that would look odd.
"Please, Mother. He’s a good employer and I wish to bring him flowers," I said, doing my best not to seem overly enthusiastic.
She finally nodded, "Very well. Go get ready, I’ll let the driver know."
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Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the hospital just in ti for visiting hours. Morgan looked like a nervous wreck, and I wasn’t much better.
"Hello, we’re here to visit Christian Vittoria," my mother said at the check-in counter.
The nurse at the counter looked him up and nodded, "He’s on the fourth floor, room 402."
We made our way up to the fourth floor, where all of the VIP wards were. Everything was clean and quiet, with only the occasional sound of dical equipnt coming through the rooms.
The mont we entered Christian’s ward, I noticed that the doctor was doing a few checkups.
Wait, isn’t this one of Christian’s friends? Is he a doctor here?
"Hello, Doctor! I hope we’re not interrupting anything? My daughter couldn’t sit still and begged to visit her fiancé," my mother said, walking in first.
The doctor, whom I believe was nad Liam, turned to look at us with a smile. "Please, co on in. I was just finishing up. Don’t mind , I’m just going to record a few vitals over there."
He walked over to where the small counter was that held his computer and began to type. Morgan rushed over to the side of Christian’s bed, placing her hands on his.
"I was so worried! I prayed all morning when I heard that you had an accident!" she said, pretending to wipe away tears from her eyes.
Christian looked at her with a very neutral expression, without showing much emotion. I was glad to see that his face looked unhard and there were only a few bruises visible on his arms.
"I’m sorry for making you worry. Everything is okay now," he replied, trying to smile.
Sothing doesn’t seem right. He’s not acting like his usual self.
The entire ti I stood quietly behind Morgan, waiting for him to look at , he only paid attention to Morgan.
Did I do sothing wrong? Is he upset with ?
My mind whirled with possibilities of what could have happened. I replayed everything that happened at the auction event, but couldn’t co up with a reason for him to be upset.
Morgan continued to chat with him, telling him about the earrings she won from the auction event. I waited desperately for him to acknowledge my existence.
"Morgan, co. The flowers arrived, help bring them up." My mother pulled Morgan away to prevent Christian from getting a headache from her nonstop talking.
Once they both left the room, only Christian, the doctor, and I were left.
I walked over to Christian’s side, dying to see how he was, but as soon as my hand touched his arm, he pulled away from , looking at with cold eyes.
"Second Miss, please be mindful of your actions. You’re an engaged woman."
His words were like a bucket of cold water. I looked at him, ready to cry.
"Christian, what do you an? Did I do sothing wrong?" I asked. My hands were shaking from fright. My worst nightmare was coming true, one where I no longer mattered to him.
"Are we so familiar?" he asked, frowning.
It was then that I noticed the distance in his eyes as he looked at . It was as if we had first t. A cold, frightening distance with only the slightest tinge of curiosity.
"What happened?" I asked in a barely audible whisper.
No. No, I refuse to believe this.
Just as I felt like I was going to have a panic attack, the doctor walked over. "Second Miss, may I speak with you outside for a mont?"
I nodded, hoping to hear that this was all so grand plot that I was not aware of. I followed him outside and into a small office where we could speak in private.
"It seems like your mother didn’t tell you. Christian lost his mory. He only just rembered being engaged to your sister. While he’s aware that he is experiencing mory loss, it’s not recomnded that we fill him in on all of the details, such as your relationship with him.
If we force him to rember, it might have detrintal effects on his brain. I have faith that his mory will return, so please be patient and understanding."
Tears began rolling down my face.
He doesn’t rember ...
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