Ronan stayed in the hospital for days, Shael helping him with everything. Ronan took his care for granted since he was his omega, taking care of him was one of his tasks in his understanding.
Ronan, who was considering giving up on going back to his own world, was being manipulated by the Author of the novel, only being fed with the information the Author needed him to know.
"So, I have already slept with him?" Ronan asked in his head, looking at Shael, who was wiping his hands.
[That was the first task which was delayed, and as a punishment Author changed the original plot, adding Protagonist Shael father's death leading to asset share conflicts. That resulted in his brother trying to kill Protagonist Shael, and you saved the Protagonist Shael risking your own life.]
"What the hell was I doing?" Ronan frowned. "Why did I delay the task?"
[You wanted the Protagonist Shael's consent while you could have just taken advantage of his heat.]
"Why would I want his consent when he is just a character in a novel?"
"You should get some sleep," Ronan said to Shael, who was done wiping him. "Your eyes are swollen."
"It's okay, don't worry," Shael grabbed his hand. "As long as you are doing well, I am all okay."
Ronan slipped his hand out of Shael's grip, "Whatever suits you."
Shael knocked at the doctor's office door softly as he clutched his hands nervously.
"Please come in," the doctor instructed, opening Ronan's reports. "Have a seat."
"His memory loss is not due to the physical trauma to the brain, but it's because of the shock of the situation," the doctor began as soon as Shael settled in the chair. "It seems like he got shocked by the situation to the extent that physical damage to his brain together with situational trauma made him forget everything. It was too heavy for his brain to take."
Something tightened inside Shael's chest as the gunshot crack played in his head, Ronan covering him in his arms. "Was he too scared that I was about to get shot," Shael thought as he glanced at his clutched hands in his lap before looking up at the doctor. "So… is there a chance that he will get his memories back?"
"There is a big chance that he will remember everything soon, because losing memories was just a way for his brain to fight with the immense trauma, and he might also remember everything after the duration of losing memories." The doctor closed the files after signing them. "The nurse would explain further regular check ups."
Shael stood up and walked out. He entered the VIP room where Ronan had already changed his dressing, Sorrell and Raven standing beside him.
"Are you done with the documentation?" Ronan asked, his tone rough and cold. "What did the doctor say?"
"He said you will get your memories back sooner or later, but they don't know how much time it will take," Shael turned to Sorrell, who was holding onto the stuff. "You should have waited for me. I can pack the stuff myself."
"What are employees for," Ronan replied, slowly getting up from the bed. "Let them hold the things, let's go."
Shael stood still, looking at Ronan, who seemed too unfamiliar.
"Lead the way," Ronan said, completely unfamiliar with his surroundings.
"Sure."
In the car's back seats, Shael was settled beside Ronan, his eyes fixed on Ronan, who looked too distant regardless of the few inches between them.
"What? Do you have something to say?" Ronan noticed and asked him as he turned to him.
"Nothing, it's just you feel a little different," Shael replied, still looking at him.
"Isn't that obvious?" Ronan looked out of the window. His answer prompted a deep silence in the car.
Raven, who was glancing at them through the front mirror, sighed.
They arrived at Ronan's place. Sorrell and Raven helped them with the stuff and walked into the elevator to leave together.
"Why were you sighing in the car," Sorrell, who was lost in thought, asked Raven.
"Because I felt too bad for Mr. Shael. Just think about it, a person who is the love of your life doesn't remember you."
"I thought you were making fun of them," Sorrell walked out of the elevator, Raven following along.
"Do I seem like this type of person to you?"
"Yes, you do. You are always trying to make fun of me and giggling at my mistakes."
"That's because you are too cute. Moreover, I take love seriously. I don't make fun of love." Raven stood in front of Sorrell, making him stop and look at Raven.
"As if you would give up everything for love," Sorrell smirked. "You look like a playboy."
"Yeah, I was a playboy, but that was only when I never fell in love, so I was just playing around. Now that I fell in love, I can give up on anything and become anyone to pursue the love of my life." Raven was looking straight into Sorrell's eyes.
Sorrell's shoulder brushed against his as he walked past him, not believing any of the words he just said.
"Where do you live?" Sorrell, reviving the car's engine, asked. "Where do I need to drop you off?"
"You can drop me at the __ station. I live quite far away."
"Isn't it difficult to commute? Why not rent a place near the office?" Sorrell said casually, driving off.
"Well, I am scared I might end up killing the Alpha of my omega if I live this close to them."
A shiver went down Sorrell's body. "You have eyes on someone else's omega! Moreover, you are just a Beta. How could you kill an Alpha?"
"If you love someone, you can do anything."
"Whatever you do, just keep your matters away from the company. Don't implicate Sparkle into your murderous thoughts," Sorrell frowned, casting a glance at him. "Don't joke around this seriously, if you are joking, I might end up taking it seriously."
"Only if you would have taken my words seriously," Raven thought, looking at him with a little smile. "I'm thankful that your Alpha is out of the country, I might actually end up killing him if I would see him touching you."