The hospital lobby was calm in the late afternoon, the rush of the morning long gone. Nurses moved at a measured pace, visitors spoke in hushed tones, and the faint scent of disinfectant hung in the air.
The glass doors slid open.
A man in a tailored charcoal suit stepped inside.
He looked to be in his early thirties, tall, well–built, his hair neatly combed, his expression composed but edged with urgency. His eyes scanned the lobby quickly before he approached the reception desk.
“Good afternoon,” he said politely. “I’m looking for my sister. I was told she was brought here after an accident.”
The nurse behind the desk looked up. “May I have her name?”
He gave it without hesitation.
The nurse typed quickly, brows furrowing slightly. “I’m sorry, sir. There’s no patient admitted under that
name.”
The man’s expression tightened, but he didn’t raise his voice. “That’s strange. I went to the station this morning to file a report when I couldn’t reach her. They informed me she was involved in a traffic accident yesterday and was brought here.”
The nurse paused, then nodded slowly. “We do have an accident patient admitted yesterday. Female. Unidentified at the time. She was brought in unconscious.”
“That’s her,” the man said immediately. “May I see her?”
“We’ll need to verify your identity first,” the nurse replied professionally. “Do you have proof that you’re related?”
The man reached into his inner pocket and pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and turned the screen toward her.
It was a photo.
Two people stood side by side, smiling casually. The woman in the picture was unmistakable–even with her hair styled differently and her expression brighter, it was the same face as the woman lying in the ward upstairs.
The nurse glanced between the photo and the man, then nodded. “Please follow me.”
They walked through the corridors until they reached the private ward. The nurse pushed the door open gently.
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Inside, the woman sat quietly on the bed, staring at the window. Her posture was relaxed, almost too
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calm.
The man froze at the doorway.
For a moment, his composure shattered.
He rushed forward. “Lina…?”
The woman turned her head slowly.
She looked at him.
And then–nothing.
Her eyes were blank, curious but empty of recognition.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Do I know you?”
The man’s face drained of color.
He took a shaky step closer. “It’s me,” he said, voice cracking despite his effort to stay calm. “Your brother.”
She tilted her head slightly, studying him like a stranger. “Brother?”
The nurse stepped in gently. “Sir… she suffered a head injury during the accident. The doctors diagnosed her with memory loss.”
The man stared at his sister, his jaw tightening as his eyes reddened. Then, suddenly, he covered his face with one hand and let out a broken laugh that quickly dissolved into a sob.
“You stubborn little fool,” he choked. “I told you not to run off on your own. I told you to listen.”
He dropped to the chair beside the bed, gripping her hand carefully, as though afraid she might vanish. You never listen. Not once.”
The woman watched him quietly. “I… I’m sorry,” she said, unsure why she felt the need to apologize. His shoulders shook. “You can’t even remember me…”
”
The nurse gave them a moment, then cleared her throat softly. “Sir, she’s stable for now, but she’ll need continued observation.”
The man wiped his eyes and straightened slowly, regaining control. “Thank you. I appreciate everything you’ve done.”
He glanced around the room. “Where is the person responsible for the accident?”
The nurse hesitated. “He stepped out briefly to get something for her. He’s been here since yesterday. He covered her admission and ensured she received immediate care.”
The man’s expression hardened instantly.
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“So he admits responsibility?”
“He brought her in,” the nurse corrected carefully. “And he’s been very cooperative.”
“That doesn’t absolve him,” the man snapped. “Careless driving nearly killed my sister.”
The nurse tried to keep her tone calm. “Sir, accidents-”
“I want the police involved,” he interrupted sharply. “This isn’t something we’ll just let go.”
The woman on the bed frowned slightly. “Police…?”
The man turned to her, softening immediately. “Don’t worry. Big brother is here. I’ll handle everything.”
He stood and pulled out his phone. “I’m calling an officer I know. This matter won’t be swept under the rug.”
The nurse stepped forward quickly. “Sir, please understand–this hospital isn’t responsible for legal matters. But the gentleman you’re accusing has been nothing but attentive. He stayed through the night. He even-”
“That’s irrelevant,” the man cut in coldly. “If he hadn’t been careless, she wouldn’t be here
”
He dialed and put the phone to his ear. “Officer? Yes. I need you to come to Central Medical immediately. There’s a case of reckless driving resulting in severe injury. The perpetrator is still here.”
He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
“I want him arrested,” he said firmly. “He needs to learn his lesson. Next time, he might actually kill someone.”
The nurse’s lips parted in protest, but before she could speak, footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Adrian appeared at the doorway.
He stopped when he saw the scene–the man standing protectively beside the bed, the nurse tense, the woman watching silently.
“You’re back,” the nurse said, relief flickering briefly across her face.
Adrian’s gaze shifted to the suited man. “Who is this?”
The man turned, eyes sharp and assessing. “That’s my question.”
The nurse explained quickly. “Sir, this is the patient’s brother.”
Adrian frowned slightly. “Brother?”
“Yes,” the man replied curtly. “And you must be the one who hit her.”
Adrian didn’t deny it. “I brought her here immediately. She needed medical attention.”
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“And now she has memory loss, the man shot back “Congratulations!
The woman looked between them, confusion flickering faintly in her eyes.
“Is this because of him?” she asked quietly,
The man placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Yes”
Adrian’s jaw tightened, but he remained calm. “The accident was not intentional. I’ve taken responsibility for her care.”
“That doesn’t matter,” the man said flatly, “Responsibility doesn’t erase consequences.”
Sirens echoed faintly outside.
The man smiled coldly. “Good. They’re fast.”
The nurse stiffened. “You really called the police?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “This will go through proper channels.”
Adrian looked at the woman one last time. She met his gaze, something unreadable passing through her eyes,
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said quietly.
She hesitated, then nodded slightly, as though the words reached somewhere deeper than memory.
Footsteps grew louder in the corridor.
The nurse swallowed nervously.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
