Lilly hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave her sister's side. "But—"
"It's okay," May reassured her, gesturing dismissively. I'm not a child who needs constant supervision. Losing my memories doesn't mean I've lost my wits.
"Alright then, I'll be right outside," Lilly said, exiting with Ian and Carter.
As soon as the door closed behind them, May exhaled deeply, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. While it was comforting not to be alone, confronting these people—supposedly close to her yet feeling like complete strangers—was exhausting. Add to that a bizarre love triangle, and it was all too much to process. May couldn't help but wonder what kind of life she had led before the accident.
The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose and continued his questions. "I understand you're experiencing memory loss?"
May nodded. "Yes, I... I can't remember anything before waking up here."
"We aren't entirely surprised by this," the doctor confirmed. "It isn't uncommon with the kind of head trauma you suffered. For now, there's no telling when or if your memories will return. Talking to familiar people and visiting familiar places might help, but most importantly, don't try to force it. You might experience some dizziness in the coming days, which is also nothing to worry about. If it gets too severe, tell the nurse, and we'll do another brain scan if necessary."
May listened intently to the doctor's instructions.
"You were very lucky. Except for a few scrapes and bruises, your body is completely fine. You could even stand up right now if you feel up to it. There's just one thing…" The doctor paused, hesitant. "I'm not sure if you're aware yet… you're pregnant."
May's eyes widened in shock. "Pregnant?" she whispered, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. A wave of emotions washed over her—confusion, fear, and a strange sense of wonder.
"Yes, about six weeks along," the doctor confirmed gently. "The baby appears to be healthy and unaffected by the accident."
May's mind raced. She was carrying a child, yet she couldn't remember the father or the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy. It was as if she had stepped into someone else's life.
"I... I don't know what to say," May stammered, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. "I can't remember anything about... about the baby's father or how this happened." Her hands, balled into fists, clenched the bedsheets tightly.
The doctor placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Ms. Davies. Take your time to process this. We have support services available if you need them. For now, focus on your recovery. Your health and the baby's health are the priority."
May nodded, still trying to absorb the news. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm her racing thoughts, but to no avail.
This was insane. All of it. She felt as if she'd been plunged into a soap opera, except it was her actual life. A fiancé, a lover, and now a child? Was it Ian's or Carter's? From their conversations, it didn't seem like it—or had she missed something? And if it wasn't theirs, whose was it?
So many questions, yet no answers.
"How long will I have to stay here?" May asked, when she finally managed to calm herself.
"From a physical standpoint, you can go home tomorrow, barring any unexpected developments tonight," the doctor said, standing up. "Tomorrow morning I'll come by for a final check-up and if all is well, you're free to leave the hospital."
"Thank you, doctor," she said with a half-smile, her voice betraying her exhaustion.
Noticing her fatigue, the doctor added hesitantly, "Actually, there are two police officers outside. They'd like to speak with you if you're up for it. It's your choice. If you're too tired, I can ask them to return tomorrow."
May perked up at that. Why would the police drop by? Was there something wrong with her accident or was it just a normal procedure?
Her initial reaction was to decline, but she chided herself inwardly. Better to get everything over with today. Besides, she had many questions about the accident. Maybe she could at least gain some clarity about that.
"No, it's alright. Please send them in."
The doctor nodded and left the room with the nurse in tow. A few moments later, two men in uniform entered, their faces a mixture of sympathy and professionalism.
"Ms. Davies?" the taller one asked, his voice gentle. "I'm Detective Barnes, and this is my partner, Detective Ramirez. We understand you've been through a lot, but we'd like to talk to you if you feel up to it. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes."
"Of course," May replied, "it's just… I'm not quite sure what I can do for you, as I can't remember anything at the moment."
"Yes, we've heard of your condition. For now, we only want to inform you about the state of our investigation and walk you through what we know so far. It's important that you're aware of it. Also, you might remember something as you listen."
May nodded, mustering all her remaining energy to focus on the conversation.
"This might come as a shock to you, but it's our duty to inform you. This wasn't a simple accident. We found evidence of someone tampering with your car, which then caused the accident." Detective Barnes said, his tone grave. "We think someone is trying to kill you, Ms. Davies."