CHAPTER 4

KATE

The handsome doctor had visited me two more times since the first. Each time he visited me, he was kind in a way that the other nurses and doctors weren't.

They all treated me like some sort of medical experiment. I couldn't even recall one actually using my name to address me. That was a huge point of contention, too, considering that I couldn't even remember my own name. It would have been nice for them to have used it, for my sake at least.

But Dr. Morgan was different. Well, Liam actually. He had asked that I call him Liam, and I was more than happy to grant his request. Both of his visits had been short. Neither one lasted more than a few minutes. But both times, he was so friendly and warm. He called me by my first name and assured me that he would do all he could to make this whole thing as easy for me as possible.

I didn't know if it was normal for doctors to act that way, or if it was just him. I was glad that of all the doctors, he was the one that had chosen to act that way around me.

Apart from how nice he was, he was also stunningly handsome to boot. I know it was a silly thing to concern myself with, considering my state of mind. But I am still a woman, after all, and some instincts can't be forgotten.

The last time he came by, less than an hour ago, it was to tell me that my emergency contact was on their way. Her name was Liana, and that was all that I, or anybody else, knew about her.

It was a strange feeling, knowing I was about to meet someone who could potentially be my best friend. Someone who I couldn't even picture in my mind. Heck, she might be my sister for all I know. I just hoped that she could tell me a little more about myself. I had been awake for two days, and all I knew about myself was my name. And that was literally it.

I don't really know what I was expecting from Liana, but it definitely wasn't what I got. Liana burst into my room like a whirlwind, and it took me all of two seconds to deduce what kind of personality she possessed. Loud, over the top, and in your face. She had big, bushy blonde hair, even bigger blue eyes, and a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed, the moment that she spotted me. She had very long limbs, too, taking only a few steps to reach me. And the moment that she did, her long, spindly arms wrapped themselves around my body and pulled me in for a tight hug. "Two days! Two whole days! Do you know how worried I was!"

"Ah, hi," I managed, my head peeking out from under her arms.

I didn't recognize her at all, but I was able to guess from her over enthusiastic greeting that she was Liana and that she knew me.

"Oh, hell, I forgot," she said, letting go me. "You don't remember. You have no idea who I am, do you?"

I shook my head, trying to look as apologetic as possible.

"You poor thing!" She threw herself on me again. "I'm Liana. We're best friends! Best friends forever, in fact. I can't believe this. This is tragic!" She held her hand up to her head in dramatic fashion.

I got the immediate sense that Liana was a little bit of a drama queen. I rather enjoyed watching her, though. She was entertaining. Even though I couldn’t remember much of anything, Liana felt like the kind of person I could be friends with.

"So, we're friends then?" I asked. "For how long?

"Only six months," she said, letting me go again. "But it feels like years. At least, to me it does, anyway. And I'm sure to you, it will, too. Trust me. A few hours with me, and those memories will come pouring back to you!"

"And how do I know you?" I asked, hiding my disappointment at the short amount of time that I had known Liana for.

I was hoping that she would say we had been friends for years. Since childhood even. At least then, she might have been able to fill me in on some of my past.

"Oh, we work together. Well, not together so to speak. But for the same company."

"And what is it that I do, exactly?" I asked curiously. I knew that I liked writing. It was literally the only hint of a memory that I had. I prayed that Liana would confirm that my job was within that wheelhouse.

She slapped her palm to her head. "Right, of course, you don’t remember. We're both—"

"Ah, I see Liana found the room, okay?" Dr. Morgan interrupted as he sauntered into the room.

Every time I saw him, I did a double take. It may have been the white doctor’s coat, or it may have been the fact that he stood well over six feet tall, and it may also have been his square chin and dark eyes, but my god he was good looking. And, judging by the look on Liana's face when she spotted him, she evidently agreed with me.

"Why, hello," she cooed, the moment her eyes landed on him. “I'm, oh, you already know my name." She giggled to herself. "But what's yours? I don't believe I've had the pleasure of making your acquaintance just yet." She held her hand out for him to take, which he did.

"I'm Dr. Morgan, but you can call me Liam," he said in that deep voice of his. "I wanted to stop by and see how everything was going in here?" He looked back and forth from Liana to me when he asked the question.

I shrugged. "It's—"

"It's all going amazingly," Liana cut in. "Me and Kate, here, were just getting reacquainted, in fact."

"That's good to hear," he answered, looking over her shoulder at me. As he did, he made sure to offer me a smile, which I returned gratefully. "And how are you feeling? Anything coming back to—"

"Not yet," Liana again cut in. "But I'll keep working at it and let you do your thing. Actually, how about I give you my number, and that way, you can get in touch with me if you have any questions." She reached into her handbag and pulled out a small card, which she pressed into Liam’s hand.

"Thanks," Liam said, sounding nonplussed as he took the card and slipped it into his pocket. To my relief, he didn't seem too excited over the prospect of getting the card. It looked like he just took it so he didn't seem rude.

He moved closer to my bed and gazed down at me. "I was hoping that you might let Kate answer a few questions, herself? She is the one with the amnesia, after all."

"Ah," Liana said, hanging her head as she stepped to the side. Funnily enough, despite her most obvious flirting with Liam, I actually liked her. She had a positive energy that was hard to ignore, and I sensed that whether I got my memory back or not, the two of us were going to remain friends.

"I'm okay," I said, smiling a thank you at Liam. "I still don't remember anything, though. Even my name. I only know that because you told me."

"Well, that's why I'm here actually," he began. As he spoke, his eyes darted toward the door and then back to me. It gave me the distinct impression that whatever he had to say to me, he wasn't looking forward to it.

"Go on," I urged.

"Well, some of the other doctors think it might be a good idea if I take you to the ICU, so you can see the man that you were in the car crash with. They seem to think that seeing him might jog your memory. I want you to know that I'm against the idea. He's still banged up, and seeing him might be difficult."

"I'll do it," I cut in. "I want to see him." And I did, too.

I had no idea who he was or what my relation to him was, but I hoped that the doctors’ theories might be correct, and seeing him might do something to my memory. I was desperate to try anything at this stage.

We left Liana behind in my hospital room. She tried to insist that she come along, but Liam was adamant that she stay behind. He claimed that the ICU wasn't a zoo for people to just take a walk around in.

"Now, I want you to keep in mind that this isn't exactly a very nice place to be," he warned as we approached the ICU. "Some of the people in there are in pretty bad shape. It’s best to just focus on the guy you came in here with. Although, he’s not looking great, either.”

"It's fine," I assured him. "I can handle it."

Whether he believed me or not, he still saw fit to take my hand as we entered the room. As he did, a pulse shot through my arm, and my knees momentarily weakened before I regained control of myself. His hand was warm and comforting, and there was just something right about holding it.

If he noticed anything, he didn't give any indication as he led me through the ICU. True to his word, it wasn't the nicest place to go for a walk. Every single person in there was hooked up to machines of all kinds. The mood in the place was somber.

"Here we are," he finally said as we reached the end of the room.

I hadn't even been paying attention. I’d been so preoccupied with the other patients in the room. When I saw the man that we had stopped next to, I let out a soft gasp.

His arms and legs were wrapped in fiberglass casts, and they were propped up on pillows. Most of the rest of him was wrapped in bandages, but the bits of skin that I could see were bruised dark purple. Half of his face was visible, although it looked a little swollen.

I didn’t recognize him. Not even a little. I didn’t know if it was just the amnesia or if it was his wrecked state. Either way, the sight of him triggered nothing in my blank slate of a brain. He might as well be a total stranger to me.

"Anything?" Liam asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing. Sorry.”

"I would have been surprised. I'm sure he's seen better days." He sounded bitter when he said it, and I wondered why. It was almost like he hated the guy.

"Is there any indication to how I might have known him?" I asked. My voice was a whisper as if I were worried that I might wake him up.

Liam shook his head to this question. "Nothing. But does it matter? He had more vodka in his blood than a Russian soldier and enough cocaine to cripple a pony. The fact that he was driving anyone around in that state means you're probably better off not remembering him."

I looked up at Liam who was still shaking his head. I could tell that he was actually mad, almost furious, at the very idea that this man was driving drunk and high at the wheel with me beside him. I felt an amazing rush of gratitude toward Liam in that moment. I couldn't believe that a relative stranger, as he was, cared so much for me.

I don't know why I did it. Looking back on it, it may have been a little forward. But as we both stood there, looking down at the man that almost killed me, I reached across and took Liam's hand in mine again. He didn't seem put off by the action or even surprised. Instead, he gave my hand a squeeze.

In that moment, I didn't even mind that I had no memory. I felt safe in a way I hadn't since I had woken up.