When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Once Marcus gathered his thoughts, he moved away and instructed the doctor and nurses with a serious expression, “Doctor, please ensure everything is fine.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion because my self-proclaimed fiancé of mine didn’t seem to be pleased with my condition.

He should be glad that I had regained consciousness after the days he spent watching over me, yet his expression suggested otherwise.

The doctor couldn’t be bothered by his harsh reaction. After going through a series of check-ups in the morning, he concluded that he should have kept to himself.

“According to the examination we ran, most of your physical parts have recovered. However, after drowning for such a long time after the accident, you’re going to suffer from transient global amnesia for the time being.”

I was immediately irked by the doctor’s explanation. Halfway through his explanation, my mind went completely blank, and I started playing with a strand of my hair absentmindedly.

gave my best and tried to recall everything I used to go through with the aid of different equipment. Unfortunately, my effort was to no avail. Overwhelmed by a sense of insecurity, I knew a huge part of my life

with you?” Marcus asked my attending physician for a few minutes outside of his office. Whilst talking about my condition, the two men had serious expressions on their faces. Occasionally, they would look at

to administer me the prescribed medicine, exclaimed, “Ms. Stovall, I’m so glad you have regained consciousness! Mr. White has been keeping an eye on you over the

Marcus, her cheeks flushed a deep shade

was at the prime of his life, especially in the eyes of the relatively young women. He had a well-precedented reputation of being a loyal man, so I knew a lot of people, including the nurses, had a crush

bothered by the nurse’s remark at all. Instead of being infuriated by the nurse’s response, I responded to her statement with a smile. It felt as though I was

few minutes later, Marcus entered the ward once more. Although the gentleman seemed like a trustworthy man,

the nurse, he took a seat on the edge of the bed and served me a glass of

in my hands to keep myself warm. “Are we

feeling that he was a close acquaintance of mine; something essential seemed to be missing between us for us to be engaged. I had a gut