After a few days, Theo felt more stable. He started to understand that he was really back in his own body, now in a place without magic or predictions about the future. This was a big surprise for him, and it made him feel very confused.
The doctor talked to him in a kind way. She said, "Your body went through a lot, but if you take your time and rest, you will get better."
Soon, the doctor had Theo seated on the bed, and Elara entered the room. Upon laying eyes on him, she was overcome with relief. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she quickly approached to grasp his hand.
"Who... are you?" Theo's voice was weak and unsteady.
"I am Elara," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. "You saved me from the accident. Don't you remember?"
Theo's gaze was blank as he stared out the window. "No," he said firmly, his eyes revealing no recognition.
Elara's grip tightened on his hand, her voice trembling as she turned to the doctor. "What's happening?"
The doctor stepped closer and spoke gently. "His memory hasn't fully returned yet."
Elara felt a knot form in her stomach. "What do you mean?"
The doctor looked at her sympathetically. "He's been telling us his name is Theo."
Theo's eyes snapped to the doctor, his expression one of confusion. "I'm Theo," he insisted, his voice strained.
The doctor nodded. "I know you believe that, but your records indicate that your actual name is Ethen. Perhaps Theo is a nickname you go by."
The revelation hit Elara like a ton of bricks. She watched as Theo—no, Ethen—stared back at the doctor, the truth sinking in. "Is that right?" she asked, her heart aching for the man who had saved her life, whose own was now a puzzle to him.
The doctor nodded solemnly. "It seems so, Ethen."
The room grew quiet, the weight of the situation pressing down on them all. Elara didn't know what to say, her mind racing with questions and fears for his recovery. But for now, all she could do was stand by his side, offering what little comfort she could in the face of such a profound loss.
Theo's heart raced as he glanced down at his trembling hand. What was happening to him? It looked different, more... terrified than usual. Was it the medicine's side effect, or was there something more sinister at play?
The doctor called him "Ethan," confirming his suspicion that something was amiss. Even though the doctor insisted that his documents bore the name Ethan, Theo knew deep in his bones that he was not that person. Panic rising, he requested a mirror.
Elara, ever resourceful, pulled out a compact makeup mirror from her purse and handed it to him. With trembling hands, Theo brought the reflective surface to his face. The sight that greeted him was not his own reflection but a twisted version, a face contorted with shock and fear.
"Who...who is this?" he whispered, his voice barely audible as he touched the unfamiliar features. His eyes met the doctor's in the mirror, and he saw the confusion and concern etched in their expressions.
"What do you mean?" the doctor inquired, their voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Theo looked up at them, desperation clear in his eyes. "This isn't me," he choked out. "Whose face is this?"
The doctor gazed at Theo with a furrowed brow, his heart heavy with worry. It appeared that the young man had not only lost his memories but had suffered severe facial disfigurement as well. The doctor's suspicion grew as he took in the sight of Theo's transformed visage.
"Doctor, what has happened to him?" Elara's voice trembled with emotion as she questioned the medical professional.
"It is possible that he has endured psychological trauma," the doctor replied gravely, "This has not only affected his memories, but also his very perception of himself." With a gentle nod, he continued, "I have scheduled a session with a psychological counselor for him. Perhaps with time and care, he will improve."
Theo stared into the mirror, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. His fingertips traced the jagged scars that now adorned his once youthful face, a stark reminder of the accident that had stolen his identity.
"Don't be afraid, Theo," Elara whispered reassuringly, her voice laced with compassion. She wrapped her hand around his, her touch a warm, comforting presence. "You're going to be all right."
Tears glistened in her eyes, a silent testament to the depth of her concern. The faint scent of roses filled the air around them, and as she leaned closer, her soft, supple breasts brushed against Theo's hand, a gentle reminder of the warmth and care of his lost love, Liya.
Theo looked at Elara, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched Liya. Elara could sense his gaze, searching for something deep within her.
Tightly, she embraced him. Her soft, warm breasts pressed against him, making it almost impossible for Theo to catch his breath.
When she finally released him, gently wiping away his tears, she vowed with a fierce determination, "I will take care of you, no matter what."
Days turn into weeks, and Astra fades into a distant memory for Theo. He's not only in a different body but also heavily injured, unable to take a single step. Yet, Elara's family showers him with the best medical care, and each day he feels a little stronger.
Elara visits him religiously, her gentle presence slowly coaxing words from his silent lips. Despite his improving condition, his thoughts are consumed by Astra, searching for any sign of it.
Then, a shocking revelation - he requests his ID card. The numbers stare back at him, confirming a disturbing truth: he's not just in a new body, but also in a different timeline. His heart sinks as he reads '2104' - the year of his birth.
"What's wrong with the year?" Theo asks, his voice a mix of confusion and alarm.
"Is there an issue?" Elara looks at him, her eyes filled with concern.
"What year is it now?" he questions, his voice wavering.
"It's the middle of 2121," Elara responds, her forehead creasing in confusion.
Theo's eyes widen with dread. "What do you call this planet?" he inquires, his smile a mask for his fear.
"Why are you asking that?" she questions, her voice filled with bewilderment.
"Please," Theo begs, his worry etched deep into his features.
"It's known as E-23, but we affectionately call it Eden." Elara shares, her head tilting slightly as she observes his distress.