"Liam, I’m going ho today. I’ve already missed a day of work," I said in a serious tone.
"Christian, you have a rib fracture in two places. Why don’t you just stay here for a while longer?" he pleaded.
He massaged his temples, looking at with frustration. I’ve been asking to leave since the day I woke up, but he insisted I stay.
"I feel fine. Fractures can heal on their own. You already told it wasn’t too serious," I pushed, blocking any possible excuses.
"Fine, but you need to be careful. I’m more worried about your ntal state than your physical," he replied. He walked over to his computer and began typing sothing. "I’ll sign off on your discharge papers, but I will be coming over regularly to check on you."
I nodded, agreeing to his request.
"The nurse will be here shortly to bring you your things. Everything you arrived in the hospital with has been kept for you."
"Thanks, Liam," I answered.
"But I must say, you’re choice of socks was very amusing to ," he laughed just before leaving the room.
Choice of socks? Did I mismatch colors or sothing?
Most, if not all, of my socks were black. I never paid much attention to the socks I wore, so his comnt piqued my curiosity.
I continued to lie on my hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to arrive. It took her nearly an hour to finally show up.
"Sorry for the delay, Mr. Vittoria. We had a small issue with another patient that took up most of my ti," she apologized.
My initial anger subsided after her explanation. At first, I thought that Liam was trying to trick into staying longer.
She handed a large plastic bag full of my things from the night of the accident and another paper bag.
"Here is a set of new clothing, it was sent over by a man nad Jonathan," she explained before turning to leave the room.
I looked at the new clothing briefly before turning to inspect the items in the clear plastic bag. Everything looked to be exactly as it was when they brought here, dirty and torn.
I first pulled out my wallet. Nothing was missing, not even the ergency cash I always carried with . Liam gave my phone yesterday so I could inform Blake and Jonathan about my condition and keep an eye on my work.
I did my best to scan through my phone to find any suspicious ssages or anything that could help point in the direction of my accident, but after combing through it all, I didn’t see anything.
Next, I pulled out my clothes. They were all formal, befitting the auction event.
Socks...let’s see what’s so strange about these socks.
I sorted through the clothing until I found a ball of black socks. At first glance, they looked very ordinary, but when I took a closer look, I couldn’t hold back my surprise.
Why on earth would I wear sothing like this?
A small embroidery of a cute kitten looked back at as I held the socks in front of . So many questions sprang up in my mind that I began to feel dizzy.
I hardly recognize myself...
More than ever, I wanted to get my mories back to see what drove to wear such embarrassing socks.
After placing the socks to the side, I glanced at the other articles of clothing. My shirt and jacket were dirty and slightly torn. Nothing about it looked like there were signs of struggle, but I knew that I couldn’t rely on just so clothing to rule that out.
Next were my pants. They were in better condition than the shirt and jacket, but still had so dirt towards the bottom.
"Looks like there wasn’t anything of use here. Outside of the socks, everything looks to be in order," I mumbled, tossing the old clothes back in the bag.
Just as I was about to toss the pants back in, I felt sothing in one of the pockets.
What’s this?
I reached into the pocket and pulled out the contents, nearly dropping them on the ground.
"What?!"
A pair of black lace panties appeared in my hands. My mind went completely blank as I looked at them with a mix of shock and confusion.
What are these doing in my pocket? Did soone plant them here or were they placed here by ....?
This discovery was even more shocking than the socks. They were small, delicate, and sexy. A part of stirred from seeing them.
Closing my eyes, I tried my best to figure out what was wrong with . The fact that I felt even a tinge of arousal from these panties was even more shocking to than finding them in my pocket.
Oh, how I want to get my mories back. This is too much. Please tell these aren’t Morgan’s....
The idea of them being Morgan’s made sick. My initial arousal vanished instantly and was replaced with a stomach-turning repulsiveness.
Based on my reaction, they don’t seem to be her...at least I hope not. But if they’re not hers, who else’s could they be?
I had no mory of being interested or intimate with anyone in recent history. There was an old fling back in my university days, but there was no way they were hers.
My head began to hurt from all of the thinking, causing to throw the panties into the plastic bag with the rest of my old clothes and ignore them for now.
I’ll figure it out later. I need to get out of here first before Liam changes his mind.
I turned my attention to the paper bag with the new clothes and quickly changed into them. Jonathan carefully chose slightly looser-fitting clothes made from comfortable materials, making them nice to wear.
"I’ll have to thank him for all his considerations," I said as I zipped up the light jacket.
Just as I finished getting changed, Liam returned with the completed discharge paperwork.
"Please call if anything happens. And if you care about our friendship, please try not to force yourself to rember everything at once. It could seriously do more harm than good."
I wanted to roll my eyes, but the seriousness in his expression caused to reply with a curt nod.
"Don’t worry. You’ll be seeing enough to asses how I’m doing. I just want to go ho and regain so kind of normalcy in my life. My company isn’t going to run itself," I said, smiling towards the end of my sentence.
"Yeah, yeah. You business people are a different breed. Normally, people would be excited to take a break from working," Liam replied, waving his hand.
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After finishing the discharge procedures, I made my way outside to where Jonathan was waiting for in the car. I was originally planning to drive myself ho, but after Liam’s and Jonathan’s insistence, I allowed Jonathan to drive instead.
"Congratulations on your discharge. How are you feeling, sir?" asked Jonathan as I entered the car.
"Thanks, I feel fine. It’s just a minor ache and mory loss. I’ll rely on you to bring up to speed on a few things that I may have forgotten.
"Of course, sir. Just ask anyti."
The drive was uneventful, and nothing seed too different from what I rembered. We arrived at my villa in less than twenty minutes.
"Finally, I can sleep in my bed tonight," I said, glad to be ho.
I made my way upstairs to my room, carrying the plastic bag of clothing with .
"Sir, would you like to clean that?" Jonathan asked, noticing the bag.
I quickly hid it behind , hoping that the panties weren’t visible. "No, it’s okay. I want to leave them as is in case there’s any evidence about my accident."
Without waiting for his reply, I quickly made it over to my room, closing the door behind . The last thing I wanted was to be questioned as to why I had won’s panties in my possession. I threw the bag on the nightstand and made my way over to take a shower.
After lying in the hospital for the last few days, all I wanted was to take a nice hot shower. Thankfully, none of my injuries were serious enough that I had to avoid water.
As soon as I stepped into the shower, I realized there was sothing different.
Did I start using a new shampoo? I don’t recognize this brand.
I poured so into my hand, and imdiately, a very soft floral scent spread through the shower. It was a very pleasant scent, but it was clearly made for won.
A woman’s shampoo? What next? A closet full of won’s clothes?
First, the panties and now the shampoo. The way things started to look made it seem like I really was in so sort of intimate relationship with a woman. But who?
As the hot water ran down my body, I thought of who this woman could be. I tried to picture Morgan once more, but imdiately scrapped that thought.
I swear, if I got intimate with Morgan Moresi of all the people in the world, I won’t let myself live it down.
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