CHAPTER THREE: SECOND CHANCE IN AMNESIA
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Samara POV
My eyes opened to the shiny bulb placed directly against my face. At first I couldn't see anything except the shiny bulb. I tried to move my hand so as to obstruct its light when I felt a sting in my right arm. I felt for the first time that something was pierced into my skin. And now there was someone speaking beside me, which my ears received dimly until I started hearing him clearly.
“...I thought you’d never wake up. You've been in a coma for three days. Glad to have you back, Samara,” said the man with a deep voice. He moved the light from my face so I could see his. He was a medical doctor, judging from his white coat, glasses, and scent. He brought out a tiny flashlight directly into my eyes.
“Very good,” he sighed, dropping the torch on a tray held by a nurse behind him.
“Where... am... I?” I couldn't quite find my voice as it cracked the words.
“You're in safe hands,” he said, signaling the nurse to leave, and she left almost instantly.
“My head, it hurts so badly,” I complained.
“Samara, do you remember what happened to you?” He asked.
“Uhh...I don't. How did I get here? It seems my brain is a little frazzled.” I placed my left hand on my forehead.
“Hmmm, Samara. You need to rest. Everything will be...” Someone pushed the door open from the outside, interrupting the doctor.
“Mr. Axel! What a time to have you here. As you can see, your wife just woke up from her coma a few minutes before your coming. But come, let's see in private.” The doctor said to the man. The man returned minutes later wearing a long face.
“The doctor, he called you Mr. Axel?” I asked while my idle hands smoothed the bodice of the blue patient's gown I wore.
“Yes, because that's my name.” He shrugged, looking aside.
“He also referred to you as my husband, which means I’m your wife. Are you my husband?” Quickly I chipped in, my lips curved into a smile as Mr. Axel took the visitor's seat beside the bed. Obviously, he's huge and muscular with tattooed skin. His eyes are blue as emerald, his lips are cutely pink, his beard is shiningly fluffy, and he has very clean, beautiful sets of teeth.
“You better hold those smiles of yours. I'm not what you think I am or who the doctor believes I am to you, okay? Now listen,” he said, “You don't remember what happened to you, nor do you have memories of your past.”
“It's true. Tell me what happened to me. “How I got here?” I asked, taking lightly what he just said.
“You had an accident. A car ran ... No, you walked into a tarred road carelessly and got hit by a car. So stupid of you. But I can’t help but whether how possible is it that the injuries you sustained disappeared within an hour” He spat as his eyes turned dull.
“Aside that you healed like nothing happened to you, the difficult part is that I'm forced to play the role of a husband, which I am not. Do you know what you've cost me? Honestly, I guess you don't.” He says with his face turning red.
“Mr. Axel, you're angry. And you're not actually my husband. Is that it?” Before I could finish, he grabbed me by my wrist so hard.
“Stop ...please, you're hurting me.” I cried out, but he won't listen and keeps on pressing so hard.
“Angry. Trust me, you won't want to see me angry.” He chuckled, then threw my hand on the bed. They were sore marks.
“Why did you do that …? Why are you still sitting here with me if you're not my husband?” I asked, staring at him in the eyes, and he turned them away from me, not for pity but likely to conceal the darkness in him.
“It was my car that hit you. You stink and looked horrible when you walked into my car. You appeared dead already before you collapsed on my cybertruck with your apron that has your name “SAMARA” tagged on it. I had to register you as my wife; hence, the hospital wouldn't have attended to you in that state. I paid them to clean you up, and that's why you're looking clean and alive.” He smirked.
“It's approximately three days, yet no one has come to ask about you. I’ve a lot of questions for you, but you’ve lost your memory. I might end up strangling you before leaving this hospital for making me stay for three days in this place.”
“I…I don't understand,” I whimpered.
“No one has come to ask about you. You're more like a forsaken person or someone with nothing attached to her. Plus you're very miserable. I think taking you to this hospital to save you was a mistake because you shouldn't be alive to live such a miserable life,” he sneered.
“Go away from me… Mr. Axel… You're hurting me,” I said as tears flowed from my eyes.
“I’d love to, but the thing is that you've been discharged, which means your recovery process now lies on my shoulder. A burden I’m unwilling to carry, and that is why I want to offer you a choice. I'll pay you $10000 to drop you off anywhere you want so that you can continue your life.”
“I don't need your money, Mr. Axel,” I interrupted.
“Then I've no option but to leave you in the middle of nowhere.” He barked.
“I don't want to go with you either. Just leave, leave, Mr. Axel,” I cried out. His phone rang. He dipped his hand into his suit's pocket, then brought out a phone and answered the call, walking away as a nurse walked in. The nurse removed the syringe, checked my eyes again and my temperature, and said I was free to go.
“You have to stop crying, okay? You'll be fine, trust me; regaining your memory with someone like your husband won't take a long time. I've seen many patients in similar situations, and they regain their memory very fast. You're such a lucky girl having Mr. Axel as your husband,” the nurse said to me as she helped me get up. She sat beside me on the bed.
“Yeah?” I asked the nurse who had my hands in hers.
“Do you know, your husband has...” The door is pushed open, and the nurse flinches.
“Alright, Sam. You'll be fine. I have to go.” She said and scurried out of the room at the sight of Mr. Axel. He walked in sniffing his nose as if he caught scent of something unusual; his eyes were blazing, and quickly he picked my hands from the bed. I stood up, and there I was, barely reaching his shoulder.
“Take. Put on these dresses and shoe. It was meant for someone else but you can have them. And about we were about finalizing earlier, I’ve changed my mind about you so you're going with me. Whether you want it or not, you're leaving this place with me, understood?”
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