I Forgot Why I Loved You

Summary

Thirty?

The number swung like a wrecking ball against my temples.

I floated up from the murky depths of unconsciousness, greeted by the sterile bite of hospital bleach. The first thing to come into focus was Nancy’s familiar face. She was wearing a simple white dress, her brows knotted together in tight, anxious lines.

Next to her stood Oliver. He spoke first, a heavy exhale of relief carrying his words. "Holden. Thank God you're awake."

"You've been in a coma for over a month. We’ve been out of our minds."