Chapter 1: Waking Up from a TranceThe first thing he felt was confusion. A sense of disorientation, like waking up from a deep sleep and not knowing where he was.He tried to open his eyes but they felt heavy, and his head felt like it was weighed down by a ton of bricks. As he slowly became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed a strong smell of disinfectant and the sound of muffled voices in the distance.He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but he could tell they were speaking in hushed tones. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. It was like he was trapped in his skin. As he struggled to lift his head, he caught sight of a fire extinguisher and some kind of transparent plastic tubing looped over a bracket on the wall.This made no sense to him, but it was all he could focus on in his disoriented state. It was like his mind was grasping for something, anything, to make sense of what was happening to him. As he tried to piece together his mem
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 3: Unfamiliarity and LimboDennis stood in front of their house, staring as if in a trance, trying to make some sense of what he was seeing. He had no recollection of having ever seen this place before. Leslie was already inside, bustling about and putting away all their things. "Come on, sweetheart," she said, her voice gentle yet insistent.He stared at her, unable to process what she was saying. He still had no idea who he was or what his past was supposed to be."I'm scared," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.She nodded and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him. "It's okay," she said. "We'll figure this out. I'm here with you, sweetheart. But please stay here and finish unpacking," she added, as she grabbed her purse. "I'm going to your office, I'll be back tonight."He felt a chill run down his spine. He had never been alone in a new place before rather than the hospital. He tried to put on a brave face.She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she
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 5: Notebook of QuestionsDennis woke up early in the morning, and the sound of the birds chirping outside his window filled his ears. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, and he could hear the sound of Leslie bustling around the house as she got ready for work. So it was another day. The night they had spent ended with him not catching anything up.He sat up slowly, feeling the weight of the past few weeks since he can remember bearing down on him like a heavy load. He couldn't remember anything apart from that before he was confined in the hospital, and it felt like he was living in a dream.She came into the room, carrying a steaming cup of coffee for him. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "How did you sleep?"He shrugged, feeling numb. "I don't know," he said. "It's all a blur."She gave him a sympathetic smile. "I know it's hard, sweetheart. But we'll get through this together."As she finished getting ready, he felt a
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
Chapter 5: Notebook of QuestionsDennis woke up early in the morning, and the sound of the birds chirping outside his window filled his ears. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, and he could hear the sound of Leslie bustling around the house as she got ready for work. So it was another day. The night they had spent ended with him not catching anything up.He sat up slowly, feeling the weight of the past few weeks since he can remember bearing down on him like a heavy load. He couldn't remember anything apart from that before he was confined in the hospital, and it felt like he was living in a dream.She came into the room, carrying a steaming cup of coffee for him. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "How did you sleep?"He shrugged, feeling numb. "I don't know," he said. "It's all a blur."She gave him a sympathetic smile. "I know it's hard, sweetheart. But we'll get through this together."As she finished getting ready, he felt a
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 3: Unfamiliarity and LimboDennis stood in front of their house, staring as if in a trance, trying to make some sense of what he was seeing. He had no recollection of having ever seen this place before. Leslie was already inside, bustling about and putting away all their things. "Come on, sweetheart," she said, her voice gentle yet insistent.He stared at her, unable to process what she was saying. He still had no idea who he was or what his past was supposed to be."I'm scared," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.She nodded and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him. "It's okay," she said. "We'll figure this out. I'm here with you, sweetheart. But please stay here and finish unpacking," she added, as she grabbed her purse. "I'm going to your office, I'll be back tonight."He felt a chill run down his spine. He had never been alone in a new place before rather than the hospital. He tried to put on a brave face.She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she
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 1: Waking Up from a TranceThe first thing he felt was confusion. A sense of disorientation, like waking up from a deep sleep and not knowing where he was.He tried to open his eyes but they felt heavy, and his head felt like it was weighed down by a ton of bricks. As he slowly became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed a strong smell of disinfectant and the sound of muffled voices in the distance.He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but he could tell they were speaking in hushed tones. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. It was like he was trapped in his skin. As he struggled to lift his head, he caught sight of a fire extinguisher and some kind of transparent plastic tubing looped over a bracket on the wall.This made no sense to him, but it was all he could focus on in his disoriented state. It was like his mind was grasping for something, anything, to make sense of what was happening to him. As he tried to piece together his mem