Chapter 2 He Lost His Memory
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In the hospital, Daisy stared at the long list of injuries on the medical report, feeling her heart sink.
She had hit the man with her car, but she was also sure that not all these injuries were from the collision. What kind of bad luck was this? In the hospital room, she looked at his now clean and even more handsome face, feeling a wave of frustration.
She couldn't leave his side. If he woke up and she wasn't there, it wouldn't just be a case of reckless driving. It would be hit-and-run.
And the nurses kept a close watch on her now. Even a trip to the bathroom drew attention.
She hadn't expected him to sleep straight through until noon the next day.
When Daisy saw his eyes open, she was so relieved she nearly danced. If he didn't wake up soon, she would have started to worry he might become a vegetable.
"Hey, you're finally awake! How are you feeling? Does it hurt a lot?"
The man opened his eyes, feeling like his head was about to split open.
No, it wasn't just his head. Every part of his body was in pain.
He looked around the unfamiliar room and then at the woman in front of him, dressed in business attire with brown curly hair casually tied at the back. She wasn't particularly striking in her outfit, yet she was still beautiful.
His scrutinizing gaze settled on the excited woman before him, and when he spoke, his voice was unexpectedly hoarse. "Who are you? Who am I? Why am I here?"
"What?"
Daisy stared blankly into his confused eyes, taking a full minute to react before running out of the room. "Doctor! Nurse! Come quickly!"
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"The patient has suffered a severe concussion, leading to temporary amnesia..."
Daisy watched the doctor's lips move, struggling to comprehend. "So, you're saying... I hit him so hard that he lost his memory? Is his brain still functioning properly?"
The doctor looked slightly exasperated. "He just has amnesia. His cognitive functions are intact."
After seeing the doctor out, Daisy turned back to the handsome man in the bed, searching for the right words. "Do you... remember your name?"
The man silently studied Daisy in front of him.
He had amnesia. How could he possibly know his own name?
Seeing his indifferent gaze, Daisy became anxious. "But... but when you spoke earlier, you were so clear-headed. How can you have amnesia now?"
The man reminded her, "The doctor said I lost my memory because you hit me, Miss. Were you driving recklessly?"
Daisy opened her mouth, but her strong voice faltered to a whisper. Her resolve instantly weakened.
The man coldly watched her deflate before saying, "Help me sit up."
He was covered in injuries, especially his right arm and leg, which were the most severely hurt.
Daisy quickly moved to assist him, and as she got closer, he caught a pleasant fragrance emanating from her, his eyes drawn to her slender neck and delicate collarbones beneath her neckline.
Daisy's soft hands supported his arm, the warmth of her touch... making him feel slightly ticklish.
"I'll get you some water."
Daisy eagerly fetched a cup of water and holding it to his lips. The man drank the entire cup with her assistance.
As the warm water soothed his parched throat, the sensation of almost burning subsided, and his stern expression softened.
Daisy smiled sweetly, hoping to earn his favor and perhaps agree to settle things privately.
"Where are my belongings?" the man asked, his gaze fixed on her smile as he pondered for a moment.
Daisy blinked and handed him the torn fabric from the sofa. "I only hit you once. I don't know how your clothes got so messed up. I checked, and you didn't have a phone or ID or anything to identify you."
The man's gaze shifted from the bloodstained, tattered clothes to her, his voice gentle. "What's your name?"
"Daisy Matthews."
"Daisy, I don't remember my name. The first man created by God was named Ethan. You can call me Ethan."
"Alright, Ethan." Daisy nodded, still hopeful. "Can we talk about the accident?"
Ethan didn't respond to her question. Instead, he scrutinized her like an eagle. "May I see your driver's license?"
Daisy reluctantly handed him her license.
Ethan took it, looked at the name, and then tucked it under his pillow.
"What are you doing? Give it back," Daisy cried out, sensing trouble.
Ethan leaned against the headboard, sneering. "I'm holding onto it so you won't run away."
Daisy was speechless. Did he really have amnesia? How could he still be so calculating?
"Are you really going to call the police? Can't we settle this privately?" she pleaded.
"I don't want to involve the police either, but..." Ethan gestured to his bandaged body. "I'm injured all over and can't take care of myself."
Daisy immediately understood. "I'll take care of you until you're discharged."
Daisy thought that taking care of him until he recovered and was discharged would settle things between them.
But Ethan had entirely different plans.
Ethan nodded and said, "Alright, help me to the bathroom."
At that moment, Daisy didn't realize what she was about to face.
As she helped him to the bathroom and turned to leave, he stopped her. "Wait."
Daisy turned back to see Ethan raising his bandaged hands, silently indicating he couldn't manage on his own.
Daisy looked at his hands and then at his pants.
"Got it..."
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