Lynn woke up. The pain in her arm was unbearable. It wasn't everyday that she got shot. She remembered as much, the rest was unclear to her.

She turned her head to the side, only to find someone sleeping on a small plastic chair. Lynn didn't know who that was either, and it stressed her out.

The man looked peaceful as he slept, his hair fell ontto his face gently. She didn't want good and tink about it while she was still in extreme pain, but he was beautiful.

Lynn called out to him, but her voice was still so frail that she doubted that he'd hear her. Her voice was barely loud even to be clear, it wouldn't wake up a sleeping person.

She stopped trying. The man, if he was really sleeping, was going to wake up anyway. Lynn knew that there was a chance he was dead, but she didn't want to play her cards on that one.

***

When Zachary woke up, he wasn't expecting to see her just staring at the window. He pulled his phone from his pocket as silently as he could. The last thing he wanted was to startle her. She looked so in her world, that he couldn't help the little bit of intrigue that she sparked inside of him.

He felt the need to know more about her, and not only because he had saved her life and payed her hospital bills.

It was nine minutes past eight, and he was late for work. He didn't have an important meeting today, so he could just not go. He was the boss anyway.

For two weeks, Zachary had been sleeping in an uncomfortable plastic hospital chair, just because he had questions to ask.

Normally, he wouldn't be allowed to be here, since he didn't know her, but, all it took to get that right was a hefty check signed off to the manager of the hospital, and a big investment.

It wasn't like he didn't have the money to throw around.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Her frail voice spoke out.

It sounded almost like a whisper. Like the gentle flapping of butterfly wings.

"Yeah. It is beautiful." Zachary ran a hand in his hair. He wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about, but he didn't want to throw her off.

"Who are you?" She asked.

Zachary wasn't sure how to answer that question. It was really heavily charged, a little too much for him to answer.

He finally decided on presenting himself the way he did when it came down to business meetings.

He was Zachary Martins, CEO of Crimson Hotels.

Yet that answer didn't seem to satisfy her, but she didn't say anything.

"I don't remember who I am." She smiled, and then she laughed.

Zachary didn't find that funny at all. She was suffering from amnesia, the doctor had warned him about that. Yet, he still chose to be optimistic and not believe that.

He hoped that she'd remember everything, then he'd just take her back where she came from, but this was a whole other level.

"Well, one day, you'll remember."

"What if I don't want to?"

"I don't know. I can't take care of you forever, stranger," Zachary said.

"In that case, thank you."

She yawned. He took that as a sign to leave, of course she would be tired. Who wouldn't?

Zachary stood up, and wiped his hands on his jeans. He said goodbye to her, and left. He was going to have to tell the doctor that she woke up. Most importantly, he was going to need to figure out where she came from.


Note

I'm sorry for the  really late update. I'll get back on my A Game eventually.