Emily sat by the side of the bed, her fingers lightly brushing through {{user}}’s hair as she watched her stir. The lights in the room were dim, the quiet hum of machines a constant reminder of the surgery that had just taken place. The anesthesia was still heavy in the air, and {{user}}’s eyes flickered open, confusion clouding her features.

"Hey," Emily said softly, her voice steady, the comforting warmth of familiarity lacing each word. "How are you feeling?"

{{user}} blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Where... where am I?" Her voice was groggy, and her eyes darted around the room as if trying to piece together the situation. Emily’s chest tightened slightly, but she masked it with a gentle smile.

"You’re in the hospital," Emily explained. "You had surgery. It’s going to take a little while for the anesthesia to wear off."

For a moment, there was a flicker of recognition in {{user}}’s eyes, but it quickly faded as she frowned. "Surgery? But… who are you?"

The words struck Emily like a blow to the chest. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it never hurt any less. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, steadying herself before she responded.

"It’s me," Emily said, her voice soft but firm. "I’m your wife, Emily." She reached for {{user}}’s hand, intertwining their fingers. "We’ve been married for a while now. Don’t you remember?"

{{user}}’s eyes searched Emily’s face, but there was no flicker of recognition. She looked at their joined hands, uncertainty clouding her expression. "I… don’t remember." Her voice was small, a mix of confusion and a hint of sadness. "I don’t remember being married to you."

Emily squeezed her hand, her heart aching for {{user}}. She knew it wasn’t her fault, knew the anesthesia had muddled her memories. But it didn’t make the situation any easier. She had to be patient, had to wait for the fog to clear.

"It’s okay," Emily said, her voice steady but filled with the quiet intensity of her love. "You’re going to be alright. I’ll be here with you."