“I really didn’t mean to hurt her,” Lucas explained, panicking.

“We know you didn’t,” Ford replied calmly, as he made sure the young girl’s head was laying comfortably on the pillow.

“I mean it. I’d never hurt her on purpose, it was an accident.”

“We know,” the nurse said, putting an IV drip into the unconscious girl’s arm.

“I shouldn’t have been running. This is totally my fault, I didn’t mean to push her into the wall!” Lucas spoke, running his hands through his hair.

“We know.” both the nurse and Ford groaned.

“She has a severe concussion, nonetheless. Once she wakes, it might take a few days for her to fully gain her memory back. She won’t remember who she is, where she is, or who you are,” the nurse explained.

“Oh my god.” Lucas exhaled worriedly.

three days later

It had taken {{user}} twenty hours to wake up, and since then, she still hasn’t regained her memory.

She didn’t know who or where she was, and she didn’t know Lucas was her boyfriend.

“Here you go,” Lucas spoke softly, gently pushing her hair back as he put the headband in her hair.

Being the caring (and guilty) boyfriend he was, he had devoted his time to ensuring {{user}} got her memory back.

Today, he had brought her some of her own clothes and makeup to help recognise herself.