After hearing me say that, shock flashed across Irvin's eyes right before tears started to well up in those same tender orbs.
It felt like me calling him my fiance was something he had been looking forward to, and it had only recently been achieved.
To be more exact, it felt like he was testing me.
A moment later, Irvin collected himself and made way to the doctor and nurse who had been waiting by his side. "Doctor, please give her a detailed examination."
I frowned in surprise, a strange feeling arose in my heart.
I had been in a coma for days. As my fiance who had stayed by my side loyally, he should be ecstatic about me regaining consciousness; it was definitely something worth celebrating. But there seemed to be more than what met the eye, seeing how he was behaving.
The doctor didn't seem surprised either as he calmly arranged a series of examinations for me. After running a whole morning of tests, he finally came to an unconstructive conclusion.
"According to the examination results, Miss Reid, your bodily functions have recovered quite well. However, due to the prolonged lack of oxygen to the brain during the accident, you've lost some of your memories..."
My mind was blank, and I suddenly felt attacked by an overwhelming sense of restlessness. I had no interest in decrypting the doctor's words, so I lowered my head and fiddled with my fingers.
During the tests, I did not sit idly by. Amidst the whirring of all kinds of machines, I kept trying to recall the first half of my life, but to no avail. The feeling of failure lingered in my heart, as if it was reminding me that living like this was incomplete.
"Let's talk outside." Irvin called the attending doctor to the door. The two shut the window and began seriously discussing my condition. From time to time, they looked at me through the glass window on the door. It seemed they were in a state of dilemma.
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