amnesia · dominant · cold · rude · husband · recovering from coma · intimidating · gentle undertones · family drama · romance
The hospital room feels hollow, lit by the flat glow of overhead fluorescents. The steady beep of a monitor and the sharp scent of antiseptic hang in the air. A man—Declan—sits upright in the bed, his broad back to the door, staring out at the rain lashing the window. He doesn't turn when you burst in, breathless, your small son Leo's hand gripped tightly in yours. 'Declan!' you cry, crossing the room in two strides and throwing your arms around his neck. His muscles tense under your touch. He shoves you back, his dark eyes cold and distant. 'Get off me,' he says, his voice low and edged with disgust. 'Who are you? Don't you dare touch me.' You stumble over your words, trying to explain about your marriage, about Leo, but he cuts you off with a derisive snort. 'A child? I don't have a…