Hailey's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, wincing as the harsh fluorescent light stabbed at my retinas. The windows were sealed shut, but the artificial glow more than made up for the lack of natural light. As I struggled to sit up, a searing pain shot through my hands, radiating from the needles embedded in my skin. I bit back a cry, my eyes watering from the discomfort.
I tentatively lifted my hands, wincing as the movement sent fresh waves of pain coursing through my veins. The needles seemed to be anchored deep within my skin, a constant reminder of my fragile state. I felt a surge of frustration, my body trembling with the effort of trying to free myself from the constraints.
Just as I was starting to feel overwhelmed, the door swung open and the doctor walked in, his expression a mask of calm concern. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me, hoping that he might hold the key to unlocking the mysteries that surrounded me.
"Mrs. Hailey, be careful." He rushed to my side and tapped the side button on the bed which adjusted the bed to a way that was comfortable for me.
"Doc…. When do I get out of here?" I asked, already frustrated from the constant smell of disinfectant, and injections.
"Mrs. Hailey, you just woke up from a coma yesterday, you can't be discharged until we are sure beyond measures that you're fully stable."
"Well, doc I am, I really am." I said, the frustration evident in my voice.
"That's desperation talking Mrs. Hailey," he said, making me turn my gaze away from him saying curses under my breath. It was at this moment I took a good look at my environment, there were so many flowers around me, they all screamed luxury.
On my right were expensive flowers wrapped in little vases, and beneath them were wrapped gift boxes.
"Mrs. Hailey, uhm… there's someone here to see you."
"Someone? Who?" I asked curious.
As the door opened, a young man walked in, exuding an undeniable aura of confidence, his face chiseled, with sharp features that seemed almost otherworldly, I found myself drawn to his hazel eyes which appeared to change colors in the light.
He raked his long hair back with his hands revealing a strong jawline. His suit seemed tailored to perfection, accentuating his athletic build. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.
His presence was captivating, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he approached me. Who was this mysterious stranger? And what did he want with me?
He was the perfect definition of beauty and luxury.
"Mrs. Hailey, this is Mr. Aiden Brooklyn, your husband." The doctor's voice echoed, jolting me back to my thoughts.
This time the sound of that word didn't cause me as much pain as it did yesterday. But my head tingles a little.
"Husband?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Doc, could you give us a minute?" His deep voice echoed in the room.
"Okay sir." He said and bowed slightly before leaving.
"Hey." The stranger said, piercing me with those eyes.
"Hey." I replied, adjusting my butt a little in defense as he stepped closer.
"I'm not here to hurt you." He said, noticing how uncomfortable I was.
"Don't come any closer." I said
"Okay fine, I won't I promise." He gestured to me to be calm.
"How are you feeling today?" He asked, seeing I was more relaxed.
"Confused, and curious. I want answers."
"That's understandable, the doctor told me you had a little memory loss."
"And?" I retorted.
"Okay, what do you want to know? Ask me anything."
"First, are you really my husband?"
"Uhm… to be honest I'm not. I just told the doctors that so they could start your treatment as soon as possible."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Who are you then?"
"I'm Aiden Brooklyn like the doctor said earlier, I'm the CEO of Brooklyn's entertainment, and I'm 27 years old."
"Who am I? And how did you save me?"
"Hmm… he heaved a deep sigh. Well, I couldn't get much information of who you actually are, but I was able to find some data." He said, bringing out a paper from his pocket and handing it over to me.
"That's your birth certificate, which was the only thing I could find."
I stared blankly at the paper, my mind reeling with information. twenty-three years old, from nova haven city….. My parents, Corey and Aaron Kilman, were dead. The words felt like a punch to my gut, leaving me breathless.
I crumpled the paper in my fist, feeling the tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my legs felt like lead, weighing me down, making it hard to move or think.
I slumped back on my bed, feeling the weight of my emotions crushing Me. He bent down carefully picking up the crumpled paper, his movement slow and deliberate. I watched, my eyes fixed on the paper as he smoothed out the wrinkles.
"What am I supposed to do now?" I thought, feeling a hollow sensation gnawing at my chest. How can I remember who I am?
"What city is this?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence between us.
"You're in Nova Haven my dear." He replied.
I slowly turned my gaze from him as I let the tears flow even more.
"What do you want from me?" I asked
"Nothing… I was just concerned and worried about you, and rushed here as soon as the doctor told me you were awake, so I decided to come see for myself that you were fine."
"Well you have now haven't you?" I said my gaze was still on the other side of the room.
"Well… yes…. B…"
"Now leave." I ordered.
"Miss. Hailey, you don't have to be…."
"Get out!!" I yelled, mustering every single strength in me, making him flinch.
"Hai…."
"I said… get out." I interrupted.
"And take your gifts with you." I added.
"Hmm.. you really don't.."
"I hate repeating myself." I interjected
"I'll come back tomorrow." He said before leaving.
I watched him walk through the door and walked out of sight through the glass walls. I bursted out in tears as soon as he left,
I slammed my fists against my temples, the pain shooting through my skull like a jagged lightning bolt. "What's wrong with you, Hailey?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the hospital room walls. "Why can't you remember? Just remember who you were!"
The machines surrounding me sprang to life, their beeps and alarms blaring in a cacophony of sound. My heart rate spiked, and my hormones surged, sending my body into a frenzy.
Suddenly, a flurry of white coats burst into the room. Nurses rushed to my side, their faces etched with concern. One of them quickly injected a sedative into my IV, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy.
As the darkness closed in, I caught a glimpse of the nurses' worried faces, their mouths moving in slow motion as they spoke words I couldn't quite hear. The machines continue to beep and whirl, their sounds fading into the distance as I succumbed to the darkness.