No one was able to answer my question however as no one knew who exactly he was. My original doctor was gone, and the one I had now was a new one, and the private nurse who had been taking care of me was newly hired. But of course it was automatic that my fiancé was the one who hired her right? Who would want to spend money on someone they didn't care about?
Patiently, I waited for my fiancé to come. The nurse said he came after office hours and stayed with me until after midnight. Hearing the nurse talked about him made me feel warm inside. He must be a sweet man as the nurse who loved to chitchat told me that my fiancé would always hold my hand and talk to me.
I wanted to see him badly, I thought as I glanced at the wall clock from time to time. Alas, I wasn't strong enough yet and so I fell asleep.
When I woke up though, he was there.
Like what the nurse told me, he was sitting next to my bed holding my hand. This time however, his head was bowed and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my hand he was holding as he kissed it tenderly.
Feeling his familiar touch, I couldn't help but be impatient to see his face. Slowly, I reached out and touched his hair and my breath caught in my throat as he quickly sat up straight and looked at me with a panicked expression. "I-I…"
I had no idea why he was stammering. He was acting like someone caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do and so I thought that maybe he was informed of my amnesia and didn't want so scare me.
"It's okay. You did not scare me if that's what you're thinking," I said as I smiled shyly at him.
He was such a handsome man and I couldn't help but wonder how the two of us got together. "I can't remember a lot of things right now but I do remember having a fiancé."
I wanted him to know that it was alright for him to touch me or hold me if he wanted. Lord knew I might have forgotten a lot of things, but there was something I was sure of. I love him.
The erratic beating of my heart as I stared at his face, the warmth that I was feeling as he held my hand told me that.
"Are you my fiancé? The nurses told me you've always been with me while I was in coma. And you were holding my hand too earlier. Are you?"
I knew I didn't have to ask him that. His earlier actions already told me that it was him, my fiancé, the one who took care of me while I was sleeping. I smiled at him, letting the tenderness I felt show in my eyes and my happiness escalated when I saw him nod.
Oh God…
Pushed by emotions I couldn't control, I threw myself in his embrace, letting him hold me tight.
"Thank God you're awake now," he whispered to my ear as he shifted me in his arms so he could kiss my temple.
"Let's get married as soon as possible," he added and my smile widened as I nodded in agreement. "Yes…"
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"Love…"
Yunho held me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. We were standing by the balcony of our new home.
The day I woke up at the hospital with him there, my fiancé quickly sold his pad and bought this huge house for us. Mr. Lee Yunho, my fiancé, had clearly told me he wanted lots of children with that endearingly pouting lips of his, so who was I to argue? I loved children and I definitely loved this man and so if he wanted dozens of children so be it.
"What?" I asked him as I leaned back on his broad chest.
The fast beating of his heart made me smile and wondered why he seemed nervous.
"Wear this…" he whispered and I found myself looking at an exquisite diamond ring and I blinked.
"I-is this…?"
I wasn't able to finish my question as Yunho turned me around so I was facing him. Like an eager child, he took my hand in his and slipped the ring on my finger.
It looked beautiful. I smiled at him as I anchored my arms around his neck and we shared a deep kiss with him holding me firmly on my waist.
Since I got out of the hospital, all we ever did was that: kiss.
Yunho didn't want to make love with me yet as he said my body was still not up to it. After all, having slept for months, my mobility was still restricted, and I just started with my therapy. Even now my legs were wobbly.
This time was the first time we had an intense one however and my fiancé was smiling like a fool when our lips parted.
"Hmmmnn…" he said with a smug look on his face. "If I'm gonna be kissed like that whenever I give you a ring, I might be tempted to buy you one every day."
"Pervert!" I punched him playfully on the chest and he retaliated by imprisoning me in his arms and blowing on my ear where I was ticklish.
Laughing, I tried to push him away and my eyes caught the gleam from my new engagement ring and I frowned as a memory of another ring flashed on my mind and I stood still. "Yunnie…?"
"Yes?" My fiancé stopped tickling me and rested his chin on my shoulder once more.
"Where's the other ring? I kind of remember wearing a different one. I had one before the accident right?" I asked and I felt him stiffen.
"I destroyed it," he answered as he stood up properly. "It's bad luck," he added as he turned his face away from me but not after I saw his guarded expression.
I didn't ask him further about it as it seemed to make him very upset. I just chalked it up to him being superstitious. After all I was wearing the missing ring when I had my accident.