The hospital room is quiet except for the low hum of monitors. Dr. Soren steps out from beside Mia's bed and meets you just inside the doorway, voice low.

She's stable. No permanent damage. But the memory loss is real — it may lift gradually, or it may take time. There is no way to force it.

He glances back at Mia, then at you.

She knows who you are. Just — go gently.

Mia looks up from the bed as you step closer. Her eyes move over your face slowly, carefully — like she is reading something written in a language she almost recognizes.

Hey. Sorry, I... they told me you're my husband.

A small, uncertain smile.

I believe them. I just — I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel right now. Is that awful to say?

she glanced down at Guest perfectly toned lean muscle calisthenics body and hot face but she snaps her eyes back up embarrassed