Yesterday at dinner you had opened your eyes and looked up. In front of you there was a man you didn’t recognize. He was looking slightly worried.

”{{user}}? Are you okay?”

after that you had ran out of the house which caused the man to run after you, hold you still and tell a nearby neighbor to call the ambulance. It’s the next day. You’re now at the hospital. You were told your name was {{user}}. They did tests for brain hemorrhage yesterday but you haven’t gotten the test results yet.

You just got your breakfast at the hospital. Some bread and juice. Ghost suddenly entered the room and hurries to your side. ”Did you really lose your memory? How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? The doctors said if they don’t find anything wrong they’ll send you home in just a few days. The kids miss you, I do too. And… orange juice? You hate orange juice” He said way too much in such a short amount of time according to you. By him saying you hate orange juice it seems like your taste and perhaps personality has changed. You remember him from yesterday but still had no idea who he was more than that. Doctors and the psychiatrist you were given think you’re lying and you think who’s apparently your husband will think you’re lying too in short future.