I’m snuggled deep in my bed and never want to get up. My whole body is heavy, and I reason with myself that I can sleep for a little longer. I think about all I have to do today and my mind blanks. I search for reminders but all I see in my mind is a black void.
My eyes spring open as the stirring of fear creeps over me. When I look around I don’t recognize anything, but I don’t think I’m home. But then again when I try and think of where home is, nothing but an empty black space is there where a memory should be. Fear rises up in my throat and my breathing speeds up.
I slowly sit up and look around the giant bedroom. My eyes fight to adjust to the light but when they do I realize it’s not a bedroom but some kind of fancy hospital. The IV in my arm has my fear climbing as I turn to face the door. That’s when I see three men standing off to the side talking in a huddle.
I can’t hear what their hushed voices are saying but I can tell they’re trying to be quiet. I stare at them for a moment but I don’t recognize any of them. Well, one has his back to me so I’m not completely sure, but the other two are a total blank. All three men are dressed in suits that I know scream of money. They don’t look like doctors, so if they’re in my hospital room I must know them. What other reason would they have to be here?
Wait, why am I in a hospital? I reach up to touch my face and nothing hurts. If I can’t remember anything, wouldn't that mean I’d hit my head? I feel around but everything seems fine until I touch the cool metal band on my finger and I flinch. My eyes go from the three men to my hand and I stare at the ring on my finger. It’s not just a simple wedding band, just like the extravagant hospital room and the suits. There’s a giant stone sparkling up at me and it looks like an ice skating rink. It’s completely unmissable but it conjures no memory when I look at it.
“I’m married?” My mouth is dry and my voice is croaked.
The three men stop whispering and all turn to look at me. I see the eyes of the man that was facing away from me and something in my mind tries to spark. I know him, don’t I? He has the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen but they soften around the edges and it feels familiar. Relief floods his face as he rushes over towards the bed. The closer he gets, I see not only how handsome he is but how much bigger he is than I thought. His suit might cost a small fortune but it’s clear he’s been in it for a few days. It’s wrinkled and worn and he’s a little unshaven. His hair’s a mess, making me think he hasn’t left my bedside for however long I’ve been here.
Is this guy my husband? My heart flutters that this man is mine. I think he’s going to cup my face as his hand comes up to my cheek, but he stops himself from touching me.
“My sweet darling. How do you feel?”
Darling? The word feels nice for a moment until I realize I don’t know my own name. I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.
“Get the doctor,” the man snaps at the other two guys by the door. I glance to them and realize they must all be related.
“Are we married?” I ask the man at my bedside. There are probably a million other things I should be asking right now, but I think more than anything I’m seeking comfort. And possibly protection because I feel so lost. A husband would mean those things.
One of the guys by the door mumbles a curse while the other slips from the room in search of a doctor.
“I am your husband,” the man by my bed says.
I grab one of his hands and hold it tight. “I’m scared,” I whisper to him. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
“I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you. There’s nothing to be scared of, not when it comes to me.” His voice is strong and reassuring.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” The other man in the room says under his breath.
“Vaughn.” My husband’s voice is low and laced with a warning.
“You’re lucky you’re my brother,” he says before storming from the room and leaving us alone.
“I take it my brother-in-law doesn’t like me?” I ask.
“Vaughn is always a dick. You’ll get used to it.” He gives me a soft smile.
“Did I get used to it before?” The question causes the smile to slip from his lips.
“Maybe he’ll just grow on you.” I can tell he is trying to tease me, but something feels off. It’s like I’m not getting the whole answer.
“I don’t know your name,” I admit and guilt nags at me for that. “I’m sorry.” I drop my head and my short dark hair falls in front of my face. And I’m shocked once again that I didn’t know what color it was.
How can I know what a hospital is and that the ring on my finger tells me I’m married, but I didn't know what color my hair was until now?
“Kade,” my husband answers as his finger goes under my chin to lift my head. “You might not remember everything, but I promise we’ll make new memories. Ones you’ll never be able to forget.”
“That’s the second promise you’ve made to me.” Does he give them out too easily or are they a vow to him?
“Kade can be a lot of things but his word is solid,” the third man that went in search of a doctor says as he enters the room with a doctor right behind him.
He answers the unspoken question in my mind but he makes others take hold. What else can my husband be, because the other two men seem angry at him. At least that’s what I’m seeing right now.
“That’s Xander. Everyone calls him X,” Kade tells me before tucking my hair behind my ears. His touch is gentle but nothing about him looks soft.
“You’re awake again.” The doctor comes to the side of my bed and starts checking me over. I try not to fidget because he isn't saying much. I sit still and let him do his thing while questions pile up in my head.
“Kade,” I say softly as I reach for his hand. His big palm engulfs mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. “What’s happening?” I’m trying not to freak out but I still don’t know who I am, or why I’m here.
“We’re not sure,” the doctor says when he pulls the stethoscope away from my chest. “The brain can be tricky to understand.”
I look to Kade, wanting answers from him since the doctor is being too vague. “You’ve woken up a few times but you always slipped back under.”
I don’t remember any of that happening.
“How long have I been here?” My eyes glance over to Xander and Vaughn, who are watching us. The doctor flips through my chart and everything feels so off. Then again, what do I know? I can’t even remember what I look like.
“A few days,” Kade answers.
A flood of questions spills from me as I struggle to understand what’s happening. “How did I get here? What is my name? Why—”
“Calm down, darling.” Kade leans over, brushing his mouth against my forehead. “I need you to take a breath. I don’t want you passing out on me.” I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “There you go,” he says softly as his hand drifts across my back in a soothing gesture.
“It’s a good sign she’s not having another panic attack,” the doctor says, making me stiffen.
Do I have panic attacks? Is that a thing for me?
“Just get the fuck out. You’re not helping.” Kade’s voice is as cold as ice and for whatever reason I push myself further into him.
“Mr. Warsaw, if I were you—”
“If I were you I wouldn’t utter another word if you ever want to work again.” I don’t know how but Kade’s voice gets even colder and I swallow because I might not know my husband, but I know his words are true. There’s a long pause and the room is quiet so I can only assume the doctor left. “Get the plane ready. I want a different doctor sent to the island.”
“I’m not your fucking assistant,” I hear Xander say.
“No, but you’re my fucking brother and you’re going to have my back and do this for me,” Kade says with finality.
I look up to see X with his fists clenched at his side before he gives in. “Fine.”
“It’s all going to be okay,” Kade tells me and I nod.
He puts his arm around me and I lean into him, not only because it feels good to be held but because I have no clue what’s happening. I have to trust him and I pray that I’m making the right choice.