Fate (Chapter 3, page 1 of 6)


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Chapter 3

His rescuer beat him to it.

She had lain awake it felt for hours waiting until the rest of the hospital woke up too. She wasn't sure what had woken her but felt hot and breathless as if she had been running. In the dark before dawn muffled sounds could be heard signifying that although it was still night and all good people were in bed a hospital while resting never slept.

Nurses had come and gone taking her quite normal temperature and pulse, tucking in already tucked in sheets, straightening all ready straight blankets and, upon seeing her peering at them in the gloom, murmuring inane assurances that everything will be fine, just fine. To give herself time. She hadn't challenged them on that point.

Recalling what the doctor had told her yesterday about not trying too hard to recall her past she had decided to chill out and go with the flow.

Hating the look of pity on each new shift when they looked at her chart labeled "Jane Doe" she had decided to give her self a name - a series of names that is, with a purpose.

Each day she would change her name to one she liked the sound of beginning with the next letter of the alphabet. Today she was Amy and tomorrow? Belinda sounded nice. Amy hoped that she would inadvertently choose her own name and so trigger her memory. It was still there he assured her, just the door wouldn't open.

She settled to await the breakfast tray, the doctors and day shift nurses and she hoped more than anything her mysterious night watchman.

The nurses were only too glad to fill her in about the man who had watched over her since she was brought in. So romantic they had told her, a hunk too. They told her he had something to do with the accident. Was he the guy she tackled? She wondered. Obviously he didn't know who she was as he surely would have told the doctors and they in turn would have told her. Or would they have?

Puzzled Amy sighed deeply and put the questions away along with all the others in the file marked 'later' while her stomach growled its protest at yesterday's relatively foodless day. A cup of coffee and a biscuit squeezed in between waking and fuzzily seeing 'the hunk', being shampooed and bathed then falling back asleep hardly merited a mention.

The opening door grabbed Amy's attention.

Though her empty stomach was not pleased at the sight her senses, her hormones, her feminine being what ever you would call her immediate response was certainly delighted, ecstatic even. Stepping into her room was the tallest, most gorgeous man she had ever, ever seen.

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