HealZone Medical
The hospital's fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glare on the sterile tiles, but Savannah barely noticed. Her entire world seemed to contract to the space within Blaze's arms. The man had scooped her up in a bridal carry, his strong arms cradling her with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos of her emotions.
She had been at the graveyard, a solitary figure draped in grief as she clutched the edge of her child's small grave. Her tears had mingled with the earth, and the weight of her sorrow had felt almost unbearable. Blaze had appeared like a ghost from the mist, his presence a sudden intrusion that, oddly, brought a flicker of comfort. His voice, though kind, had seemed a distant echo as he spoke to her, offering help.
As he navigated the hospital corridors, his steps were purposeful, his grip secure yet gentle. His presence was an unexpected balm to her torn spirit, a lifeline in the form of a stranger. Savannah's mind flitted between panic and gratitude, her thoughts a jumbled mess. How had this man, a complete stranger, become her rock in the sea of her grief?
The medical staff's eyes followed them with a mix of concern and curiosity. They had seen many forms of suffering in these halls, but this scene was different-an outsider carrying another through a threshold of anguish. Savannah could sense their sympathetic glances, but she was too exhausted to feel self-conscious. Her focus remained on Blaze's face, which was a picture of calm determination.
With each step he took, she could feel her own trembling subsiding slightly, as if his strength was seeping into her, giving her a brief respite from the overwhelming sadness that had engulfed her.
As they approached the doctor, Savannah's grip on the Blaze's shoulders tightened instinctively, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. She wanted to cling to this fragile comfort, even as the reality of the situation loomed large. The doctor quickly mobilized, taking in the unusual but urgent scenario before them.
"How did this happen?" Doctor questioned "She fell," Blaze answered and Savannah's eyes darted to Blaze who had just lied to the doctor, no she wasn't angry at him she just gave him a look that seemed a little grateful or she was feeling better.
He respected her privacy rather than pulling all of them out to the public, some things are just better left within the person rather than getting fake sympathy, Savannah hated it, although Blaze seemed like an exception, why? She needs to find out now.
During the treatment of her foot, the doctor says, "It's a miracle that you're awake, Ms. Miller." Savannah looked at her with a confused look, "Oh sorry, silly me." She smiled noticing her confused look "I was the one...who treated you while you were unconscious." Savannah nodded slowly as she glanced at her freshly wrapped foot, which looked clean and neat, "Mr. Baldwin really adores you." Just as Savannnah was about to respond-
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"Is she okay now?" Blaze asked, his voice steady as he stood beside Savannah's bed. His gaze flicked from the doctor to the injured leg, assessing the situation.
"I've treated it, but it might take some time for it to fully heal," the doctor replied, looking at Savannah with a professional, yet concerned expression. "I strongly recommend limiting the use of that leg for the next few days, Mr. Baldwin. She'll need to rest it as much as possible."
Savannah blinked in confusion, still groggy from the painkillers. She could feel a tightness in her chest, her mind struggling to make sense of the situation. She noticed the doctor's tense posture and how Blaze was watching her with an intensity that made her heart race. "What… what's going on?" she murmured, trying to make sense of it all.
Blaze leaned closer, his voice low but commanding. "If she bleeds again, we'll need to move you. Pack your things. Get ready to go," he said, a hint of threaten in his tone.
Savannah's head swam with confusion. She had no idea what was happening, or why Blaze seemed so serious. The words "bleed again" sent a chill down her spine. She glanced between the doctor and Blaze, unable to shake the feeling that something far more complicated was unfolding around her.
"Wait, what do you mean? Bleed again? Why… why would I bleed?" Savannah's voice quivered, fear beginning to edge into her words.
The doctor sighed, glancing at Blaze before speaking gently. "You're stable for now, Miss Miller, but there's a risk of further bleeding if the wound doesn't heal properly. It's not uncommon with injuries like yours. Just make sure to stay still, okay? We'll monitor you."
Savannah's confusion deepened, but the urgency in his voice was undeniable. Something about the whole situation felt… off. She wanted to ask more, to understand what was happening to her, but before she could speak, Blaze turned to the doctor, giving him a sharp nod. The doctor left quietly, and Blaze's attention returned to her, his demeanor softening just a fraction.
"We'll get through this, okay?" Blaze said, though his eyes betrayed a shadow of concern that Savannah couldn't quite ignore.
The polished marble floors gleamed under the soft, ambient lighting, and the high ceilings, adorned with intricate moldings and elegant chandeliers, seemed to stretch endlessly upward. The grandeur of the space was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the turmoil she had been feeling.
The walls were lined with tasteful artwork and lush greenery, and the air carried a faint, calming fragrance. Everything here spoke of luxury and meticulous care, from the elegant furniture to the soft, plush rugs that cushioned her steps. It was a world apart from the graveyard and the raw grief she had experienced only hours earlier. Their efficiency and the hospital's polished appearance spoke of a level of care and dedication that was impressive, yet it felt almost surreal in the context of her current situation. Savannah's heart was still heavy with grief, but she couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration for the scale and sophistication of the place.
When Savannah examined the surroundings, she asked "Is this HealZone Medical?"-
"Yes," the doctor replied. Savannah have read many articles about this one of the world's best hospitals and luxurious, and she has always dreamed of working here one day, but chances were low average. As a surgeon, she continued working at Youheal hospital after giving up.
"Let's get you out" Blaze again lifted her up in his arms in a swift moment, "I can walk now, put me down." she said in a soft gentle tone.
"You can't, the doctor said limiting the use of that leg for the next few days."
The way he had effortlessly carried her spoke of both physical strength and an unexpected kindness. There was something about the way he had handled her-so carefully, so respectfully-that transcended the ordinary. He had been a stranger, yet in those crucial moments, he had been a source of unparalleled solace.
Consulting Room
"So, Ms. Miller, you've mentioned having trouble recalling events from the past year?" Dr. Thompson asked, her voice a mix of professionalism and concern.
Savannah nodded, her hands gripping the edge of the chair as though she might fall off if she let go. Her voice was soft but thick with uncertainty. "Yes. It's like there's a blank space in my life. I can remember everything up until a year ago, and then... nothing. It's like that whole year has been erased, wiped clean from my mind."
Dr. Thompson's brow furrowed slightly as she processed the gravity of the situation. "That's quite a significant gap in memory, Ms. Miller. Can you recall anything specific—an event or perhaps a person—that could have triggered this loss?"
Savannah hesitated, the pieces of her past scattered like shards of glass, impossible to put back together. A flash of a man—his face, cold and menacing—came into her mind. "I... I was kidnapped," she whispered, the words sending a shiver down her spine. "By a man... Oliver."
The mention of his name sent a wave of painful memories rushing to the surface. Meeting him had never been a good thing—nothing but chaos, fear, and loss followed.
Dr. Thompson, ever patient, leaned forward slightly. "Tell me more about this man and the circumstances surrounding your meeting."
Savannah opened her mouth to speak, but her mind seemed to recoil from the memories, as though her brain was protecting her from the full weight of what had happened. Before she could say anything more, Blaze, who had been silently seated next to her, cut in. His voice was firm, unwavering.
"Dr. Thompson, that's enough," he said, his eyes narrowing as they locked with the doctor's. It was clear that he didn't want Savannah to be overwhelmed any further.
Dr. Thompson, sensing the tension in the room, gave a reluctant nod, pulling back. "Of course," she said, her tone softening. "But memory loss of this scale can sometimes be a result of trauma or extreme stress. The fact that it's tied to a specific event, like your interaction with Oliver, suggests that something significant occurred around that time. Your brain may be shielding you from a painful experience, possibly as a form of protection."
"You might be suffering from amnesia," she added, her voice more clinical now, detached.
Savannah absorbed the doctor's words in stunned silence, a wave of frustration washing over her. "But why would I forget an entire year? There has to be something I'm missing, something I don't understand. Why can't I remember?" Her voice wavered, the confusion turning into desperation.
Dr. Thompson took a deep breath, clearly considering the complexities of the situation. "Ms. Miller, you were in a coma for a year," she said, her voice taking on a more somber tone. "I examined you while you were unconscious. There was a significant blow to the back of your head—enough to cause severe trauma to your brain."
The doctor turned the computer screen toward Savannah, showing her a detailed scan of her skull. "This," Dr. Thompson pointed to a hollowed-out section at the back of her head, "was caused by a heavy object. The impact was so severe that it left you in a coma for an entire year. This trauma could very well be the reason you don't remember anything from that time."
Savannah stared at the image, her heart sinking. Her mind raced with a thousand questions, but one stuck out more than the others: Who did this to me?
"Who did this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The ache in her chest was unbearable now, a knot of grief and confusion that she couldn't untangle. "I need to understand what happened during that year. I need to know."
Blaze, who had been silently watching, spoke up again, his voice low but steady. "I'll tell you everything, Savannah. Just let the doctor finish your examination first. I don't want to risk anything by rushing you through this."
Dr. Thompson nodded, her voice calm and soothing. "Memory recovery can be a gradual process. For now, it's important to focus on self-care and stay open to any fragments of memory that might resurface. It may take time, but the brain can sometimes recover lost memories in stages."
As the two of them left the room, Savannah was left with a sense of overwhelming emptiness. The truth was slowly being unveiled, piece by painful piece, and now there was no denying it. She had been through something horrific, and the scars—both physical and emotional—ran deep.
Lying back in her bed, she closed her eyes, letting the weight of the revelations sink in. The truth about her son's death had been like a punch to the gut—sudden, devastating, and heart-wrenching. He had been taken from her in a tragic accident, one that could have been avoided, but wasn't. The guilt and confusion she'd been carrying for so long had now been replaced with something equally painful: clarity.
It wasn't just the facts that were difficult to swallow—it was the finality of it all. The acceptance that her child was truly gone, that there was nothing she could have done to save him. It was a truth she had been running from, but now it was inescapable.
The pain was still raw, but it felt different now. It was no longer buried beneath the fog of uncertainty and unanswered questions. She could finally grieve, without the nagging sense of incompleteness that had haunted her for so long.
And then, amidst the grief, a flicker of something unexpected: the memory of Blaze. His kindness had been a light in the darkness, an unanticipated comfort when she had felt most lost. He had been there when no one else had, offering her compassion when she needed it most. His presence had been like a balm for her wounded soul, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there could be moments of warmth, of genuine care.
As her thoughts drifted to Blaze, the sterile hospital room seemed to fade away. She thought of him—how, despite his reserved exterior, he had shown her such tenderness. He had carried her through her darkest hour, offering her not just protection, but hope.
She knew the road ahead would be filled with challenges—questions that would remain unanswered, pain that would take time to heal—but in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the remnants of her shattered past, she held onto the memory of Blaze's kindness. The man who had stood by her side, a stranger who had somehow become a symbol of hope in a time of unimaginable loss.
Author's Note:
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