There was no reason she wanted to hang around such a rude man. So far, being attractive was his only redeeming quality.
Despite that, she couldn't help feeling bad that he didn't even remember who he was. The momentary pain in his eyes stood out in her heart, and she felt a little bit responsible since she was the only one there for him outside of the hospital staff.
She pushed away the thought that maybe she was just trying to distract herself from the reality of returning home and sitting alone until she fell asleep on the couch. Whatever the case might be, whenever she went through something really bad there was always someone there for her. People weren't meant to go through life's trials alone is what her grandmother always taught her.
The doctor was satisfied enough with Sophia's answer about being his fiancé and he walked to the foot of the mystery man's bed.
"Do you mind if your fiancé is in the room while I discuss sensitive information with you?" the doctor first asked the man.
"Go right ahead," the man responded, his tone hedging on annoyance.
John thought it was pointless to ask his opinion on anything considering he couldn't remember anything. He ran his hands through his hair, a sure sign of irritation, but he didn't say anything further.
"Sir, do you know what your name is?" the doctor asked the man.
The man's jaw was clenched.
"I don't remember anything," he insisted just as he said to the nurse before. "I don't know who the hell I am."
When the doctor's expectant gaze fell on Sophia, she felt cornered and her eyes widened.
"His name is John," she lied.
Internally, she wanted to smack herself at such a basic name but it came out without thinking. She had been thinking about how someone in his situation was called a "John Doe".
Who she referred to as John gave her a look of disbelief. He didn't know what his name was but it certainly wasn't that because of all the resistance he felt to it. However, it seemed pointless to argue so he let the doctor keep talking.
"John," the doctor repeated. "We looked over your bloodwork and found that there are unique markers indicating a type of drug in your system. A few of your symptoms point to some kind of withdrawal. Considering the nature of your injury and the state in which you were found, we can't be sure if someone drugged you or if this is a remnant of recreational drug use on your own accord."
The doctor silently added that it also wasn't his business. He was treating the patient not changing the person. That wasn't in his job description as a doctor in charge of an emergency department in the middle of the city where drug addicts were the usual patients. John was hardly the worst case they had seen that day. The most alarming part was his likely temporary amnesia.
Sophia's eyes widened. The situation kept getting more complicated.
"Once we stabilize your condition, I have little doubt you'll be able to get out of here," the doctor continued. "Except we have to find you someplace to go. You came in with no personal belongings, no keys to where you might live, or any kind of identification."
Sophia had been looking at John's face for some kind of reaction to the news that he had drugs in his system, but when the doctor said he needed to find a place to go, the dark expression was replaced with amusement.
John's response was like a slap in the face to Sophia.
"I'm sure my fiancé has a solution to that as well," John said, his tone suggesting she was in some kind of trouble. "Don't you?"
Her green eyes widened. This was a situation she had backed herself into. She had to be adult enough to get herself out of it as well.
"W-well..." she muttered, completely at a loss.
He was going to figure out her lie and get angry again. Since he had woken up, his anger wasn't directed towards her for once and she was feeling relieved. It would certainly come back to bite her.
"Can't I go to your place?" John asked, his face twisting into a frown.
Based on the doctor's greying hair and the dark circles under his eyes, Sophia knew that he was one of the many city doctors completely overworked and exhausted. When there was an easy solution in front of him, he clung to it.
"Because you seem to trust her so much, I have no problem granting a temporary release while you heal and restore your memories," the doctor said, a smile appearing on his face. "Being in an environment you're familiar with already will certainly aid in helping you remember what happened."
John seemed pleased by this information and Sophia's stomach dropped.
Having Ethan around would certainly be a good buffer between her and the mystery man, but it was a turn she never could have predicted. She didn't know if he was dangerous. What if she had taken a truly awful person under her roof?
Except, she knew it was her fault it turned out that way. She needed to take responsibility
"What a wonderful idea," she responded lightly. "It looks like I have another roommate."
The doctor and nurse excused themselves, saying they had much to attend to regarding the paperwork that would allow John to leave with her.
When the two of them were alone, she widened her eyes and stared at the man she had been calling John.
"What on Earth do you think you're doing?" she snapped. "You're going to live with me despite not knowing anything about me? What if I'm some kind of serial killer?"
"Considering your admittance, I would say that you're nothing of the sort," John said with a smirk.
Sophia ran her hand over her hair, smoothing it out after she had snapped at John.
Without further thought, Sophia went to her phone which had been sitting at the top of her bag. She squeezed her eyes shut while she was facing away from the man who was undoubtedly looking at her.
"It looks like I have a few phone calls to make," Sophia explained. Her voice was a bit defeated and she walked out of the room slowly.