At Zane's question, Ewan sighed tiredly and rested his head properly against the headboard, his eyes choosing to focus on the ceiling.
"You already know the answer to that, Zane. She was my savior, all those years ago. She was also a good friend of mine too… before the accident… from what I can remember."
"Remember?" Zane's eyes widened in incredulity.
"Ewan, you lost both the memories of that unfortunate day and the years before that. Practically, you have no memory of your childhood. So, how are you sure Fiona was your friend?" Zane took a seat on the soft yet firm hospital bed.
"You are right, Zane. I don't remember anything really… but sometimes, the memory of that day pops up in my dreams." Ewan inhaled softly, before meeting his friend's gaze.
"That's how I know what happened, and the sacrifice she made."
Zane was nonplussed.
He trailed his eyes over Ewan. What was his friend talking about?
