Chapter 2: Long Road to RecoveryDennis woke up to the sound of beeping machines and the sterile smell of the hospital room. He groggily tried to remember anything, but his mind was blank. He sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes as he surveyed the stark white walls surrounding him. The last thing he could remember was a jolt of pain shooting through his head, and then nothing.Panic began to resurface as he struggled to recall any memories, but there was nothing. His heart rate began to increase, and he felt his palms start to sweat. The nurses moving around him were a blur, and he felt like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of confusion and anxiety. The longer he lay there, the more it felt like he was missing a part of himself, a part that he may never get back. The thought was terrifying, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was trapped in this hospital room forever.The nurses checked his vitals, their pens scratching on clipboards. "His temperature is a little elevat

Chapter 4: Within the Love VoidDennis stood with a confused mind as Leslie's arms were warmly wrapped around him. He turned to look at her. "I'm fine. Sorry for being rude earlier." He managed to say.As he saw her face, he couldn't remember anything about her, but she seemed like a good-looking woman for her years, kind, attentive, and well-meaning."That's fine. Let's sleep, or I'll be used to sleeping alone in this spacious bedroom." Leslie's voice was almost breaking due to her sleepiness.He has no choice but to lay in the bed next to her, feeling his deep embarrassment and confusion. He was unable to fathom why he was here, with this woman who he couldn't remember anything about, yet was forced to share a bed with. He was conscious of her sadness and her attempts to mask it. He could feel her tense body next to him as if she was trying to keep away from him.He turned to face her, his thoughts racing. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how. He could feel her eyes on h

Chapter 6: The Nightmare's ImprintDennis stared at Leslie, trying to make sense of her explanation of his memory. She was looking up from the plate she was drying and gazed at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. The more she spoke, the more confused he became."Do you know what caused the accident?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, "my memory loss?"She looked hesitating, her eyes darting away for a moment before returning to meet his gaze. "It was pretty bad, sweetheart. You were in a coma for several weeks."He felt a chill run down his spine as he tried to imagine what it must have been like to be in a coma. She seemed to sense his growing anxiety and placed a hand on his arm. She put down the dish towel and stepped closer to him."It was a freak accident, sweetheart. You lost control of the car. There was no one else found to be involved," she said, her face softened as she stepped closer to him, taking both his hands in hers.He sighed deeply, still strugg