Falling for my ruthless savior.

Chapter 2

Crystal’s POV

I blinked a while before I finally opened my eyes and glanced around. I could tell it was a hospital just by looking at the walls, the sick beds, the equipment, and even the abrupt antiseptic smell that filled my nostrils and made my stomach flip. I had both hands on my head, a flash on my head, and my eyes were firmly closed. All that remained were the cries I let out as a dim remembrance of the vehicle hitting me flashed across my mind. I attempted to sit up, but a sharp pain in my head that made me want to cry out pushed me back into the cushion. I put my head down and attempted to relax while I tried to think about what had transpired before the vehicle accident. I knew I saw the vehicle speedily coming before me, but what happened next I couldn't tell.

A hand touched me, and I grabbed it out of my head! It was a man—maybe the doctor based on his appearance. He put his hand on my shoulder and grinned at me before whispering, "Welcome back to life, Crystal. We thank the Almighty."

His face kind of surprised me; why was he sounding this way? What really happened? I asked myself but it was as if he read minds as he responded, “You were involved in an accident; the most important thing is that you are awake. Do you remember anything?” he asked me. My voice was scarcely discernible and harsh, but I tried to respond to him. I responded negatively by shaking my head, feeling a wave of fear wash over me. The smile gradually disappeared from the doctor's face, and a sympathetic expression replaced it. "I assume you must have gone through a traumatic event because it is common for people to forget things. He pulled his spectacles and continued, "But we will test to see if we can ignite your memory back or if there is any alternative treatment to assist you out quickly." He gave me a comforting touch on the hand, but I was still uneasy about what he was saying. I needed to understand what he was saying. Did I face trauma before this accident? Were there things I couldn't recall? I asked myself several times but got no response.

“Can you please explain better?” I asked the doctor with a shaking voice. The doctor began to explain the extent of my injuries, but I turned him out. All I felt was my mind racing with questions to which I didn't seem to get a response. Who was I? What was my life like before the accident? Did I have family or friends? Who was the person who hit me? The more I thought about it, the more my head spun. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. All I needed was clarity .

My eyes dived to the doorway and I saw a man standing over there. He was watching me with an intense gaze. He was tall, with piercing blue eyes that were directly stuck to mine. There was something familiar about him. He looked so familiar to me and I felt like screaming his name but... I couldn't quite place it nor recall the name. He seemed to sense my gaze and stepped forward. I didn't take my almond eyes away from his eyes, which were filled with a mix of concern and guilt in them.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper and my eyes still glued to his. The man stepped forward without uttering a word but had his hand crossed across his chiseled chest. I could see his eyes locked onto mine. "I'm Andy," he said softly, then paused. "I'm the one who... who hit you with my car. I am sorry about the incident and pain I put you through." His voice trailed off, and he looked away, as if unable to meet my gaze any longer . His words hit me hard; he was the man driving the car speedily, putting me in such condition and now I couldn't recall anything except the incident.

The doctor intervened when he saw the intensity in my eyes. I didn't know what to do as I rubbed both hands in my head.

“Andy, I think it's best if you give Crystal some space for the moment. She needs to rest and recover fully. Her brain doesn't need to be stressed now," the doctor said to him. I was watching him, trying to catch up with everything happening. I knew I lost my memories but looking at Andy, he literally reminds me of someone I felt connected to but I can't place my hand at who it was. I was just confused and uneasy as he said he was the one who hit me down. Was I familiar with the person who hit me down? From the memory flash, I couldn't figure out the face of the individual who hit me down.

Andy nodded his head, but his eyes lingered on my back as he smiled gently. I could see he was filled with a deep sadness. As he turned to leave, I felt a pang of disappointment, but I just sat there. Despite the circumstances, I found myself drawn to him, sensing that there was more to his story than he was letting on—maybe there were things they weren't telling me.

As the doctor and Andy stepped out of the room, I was left alone with my thoughts. All I wanted to do was recall things. I just want to know everything! I tried to remember everything about my life before the accident, but everything was a complete blank I couldn't remember a dime! It was as if I had been erased, leaving behind only a hollow shell in my brain. I felt like I was living in a dream, with no control over my own life.

Days passed, and I remained in the hospital, undergoing tests and therapies to try and regain my memories back just as the doctor had promised. Andy visited me every day, asked the doctor about my health, and also asked me how I was feeling and if I needed anything, but he never mentioned anything about me, our connection, or a family member coming to visit me. I began to look forward to his visits, as he was the only one coming to see how I was doing and getting me a lot of groceries so I do find comfort in his presence.

One day, as Andy was helping me with my physical therapy, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, which scared me . I was shocked to see a stranger staring back at me, with a rounded belly and a faint glow to my skin. I felt a surge of confusion and disorientation. What was going on? Why was my body changing in ways I couldn't understand?

Andy seemed to notice my reaction and quickly stepped in, his eyes filled with a mix of concern as if he wasn't seeing that in the mirror. I was staring at the mirror and I could see it clearly. It's something else... I couldn't place my hand. Something that looked almost like guilt. " Tell me you aren't seeing this." I asked him, nodding my head as I pointed at the mirror. “I can't see anything from Crystal. Can you tell me what you saw? his voice low as he kept struggling to know if he could see that.

I saw my eyes locked into his; I couldn't shake off what I saw at the mirror, which had suddenly disappeared, leaving my head aching as if it would fall anytime soon.

“You lied to me!” I screamed out, pushing Andy off from where I was. I was getting to understand what the image in the mirror was.

“lied to you about what? “ he asked with a sassy yet confused voice.

I shake my head, knowing he was lying to me yet pretending so well. He must be an actor.

“You are...’ I stopped with my hands placed on my head. I was trying to recall the figure I saw but my head was blurring and hurting at the same time. I couldn't stand it yet; I didn't want him to touch me.