The world kept coming back to Ryan in fragments like torn photographs scattered across the floor, impossible to piece together in the right order. That morning, sunlight spilled through the thin hospital curtains, washing the room in pale gold. Ryan blinked against it, the warmth tugging something loose in his mind. For a moment, he wasn’t lying in a sterile bed. He was outside, wet hair plastered to his forehead laughing breathlessly as rain soaked his shirt. A hand gripped his, strong and steady. A mouth brushed against his, desperate and warm. The image was so sharp that Ryan’s breath caught. He jerked upright, heart hammering, only for the vision to vanish like smoke. The hospital walls pressed in around him again. Ella looked up from her chair beside the bed, startled. “Ryan? What is it?” He scrubbed his palms over his face. “I… I saw something.” Her expression shifted. Carefully calm “What did you see?” “I don’t know Just rain and someone’s hand Someone close.” His voic
The hallway smelled faintly of disinfectant and burnt coffee. Chris had only just stepped out of Ryan’s room but the tension he carried was thick enough to choke on. He stopped near the vending machine, hands jammed into his jacket pockets, and tried to swallow down the storm that had been building inside him from the second Ryan’s blank stare met his.Daniel followed not long after, the door closing softly behind him. His expression was calm, composed in that way Chris had always hated like nothing could touch him, like he’d already measured the outcome of every conversation before it happened.“You didn’t waste time,” Chris said voice low, almost casual. But his jaw ticked. “Sitting right up next to him like that Like you’ve been waiting.”Daniel arched a brow, crossing his arms. “He remembered me. I didn’t force that What did you expect me to do? Pretend we weren’t close?”“You don’t have to pretend,” Chris snapped, turning to face him fully. “But you don’t have to hover either. H
The quiet rhythm of machines filled Ryan’s hospital room, broken only by the occasional shuffle of Ella adjusting something on his bedside table. Ryan leaned back against the pillows, his skin still pale but holding a trace of warmth that hadn’t been there two days ago. Daniel sat close angled toward him, his posture casual but his attention fixed. Adrien hadn’t left either; though he kept more to the background now, his arms folded his eyes never leaving Ryan’s face.The fragile balance between them was interrupted by a knock on the door. It wasn’t Ella’s light tap or Adrien’s heavy step it was brisk, hesitant.“Come in, Ella called softly.The door opened and in walked a man whose presence shifted the atmosphere immediately Chris.He looked older than Ryan remembered him in his fragmented flashes of memory, though those flashes were blurred and incomplete. Tall, dark haired with a sharp jaw, his eyes softened the moment they landed on Ryan. His expression raw worry mixed with dis
The silence in the hospital room carried a strange weight, heavier than any machine hum or footsteps in the hall. Adrien stood by the wall, half in shadow, his fists clenched at his sides. His chest felt hollow, raw, like someone had scooped out everything he was and left him standing there only to watchHe had thought the hardest moment would be waiting for Ryan to wake up. He was wrong The hardest moment was this watching Ryan’s eyes light up not for him, but for someone else.Daniel sat beside the bed now, leaning forward just enough to catch Ryan’s attention without seeming overbearing. His voice was soft, careful, threaded with the easy warmth of familiarity. “You remember our science teacher, Mrs. Carter? The one who hated us sitting together because we’d laugh too much in class?”Ryan chuckled faintly, though it came out more like a wince. The smile on his face still made Adrien’s throat tighten. “She threw that eraser at you once. Said you were the worst influence .”Daniel l
The steady beeping of machines was the first sound Ryan heard when consciousness began to push its way back into him. His throat was dry, his body heavy, as if he had been asleep for a century. For a long agonizing moment, he didn’t open his eyes afraid of what waited on the other side of the dark.Then a trembling voice broke through.“Ryan? Ryan can you hear me?”He forced his eyes open The world swam blurred at the edges until the white ceiling above sharpened into focus. He blinked the harsh light burning his vision. Slowly, his gaze drifted sideways and landed on a familiar face.“Ella…” His voice was cracked, hoarse. But he remembered her. The relief that flooded her expression was immediate and overwhelming. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she reached for his hand.“Oh my God, thank you,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his knuckles. “You’re awake You scared me half to death.”Ryan frowned, trying to sit up but pain flared through his ribs. He winced, sinking back against
Ryan rubbed his eyes as he closed his laptop the faint glow of his office screen casting one last reflection across the tidy desk. It was late later than he had planned, but the thought of dinner with Adrien was enough to keep him energized. He leaned back in his chair, staring briefly at his phone. A message lit up the lock screen.Adrien: Don’t be late I’ve been looking forward to this all day.Ryan’s lips curled into a small smile. Adrien’s texts always had that effect on him simple, to the point, but carrying the weight of something deeper. Ever since their relationship had finally solidified, Adrien had been more open, less guarded and Ryan could sense the relief beneath his words. Tonight was supposed to be special. Adrien had chosen the restaurant, one tucked away from the noise of the city, a place where they could breathe without judgment.Ryan grabbed his jacket and stepped out into the hallway. His coworkers had already left; the corridors were quiet, the hum of fluorescen