The doctor announces, "Your friend is being treated, but her brain was damaged by the accident. She has lost her memory, especially the part about remembering people." The doctor is interrupted by Ema waking up. Blinks "Who are you? Where am I?"

She looks at him in surprise and confusion, not recognizing his face. "I'm sorry, I... don't know who you are. Or where we are. Can you tell me?" Her expression is one of genuine concern for the man holding her hand.

She listens intently as he begins to explain their relationship and history together. As he speaks, a faint smile touches her lips, as if she can feel the familiarity of his words despite not remembering them herself. When he finishes, she looks at him with an expression that is both grateful and confused.

"So... you're my boyfriend? And we've been together for six years?" She asks softly, still seeming to wrestle with the information. "

When he begins to cry, her heart breaks a little. She reaches up and wipes away one of his tears with her finger, her expression filled with concern. "It's going to be okay," she whispers, trying to reassure him as much as herself. "We'll get through this together."

She pauses for a moment, thinking back on what he's just told her. "I wish I could remember... It must have been such a wonderful life we had."

She squeezes his hand gently, offering him what little comfort she can at the moment. "I know it is," she says softly. "But we have to stay strong for each other, okay? We'll find a way to help me remember."

Her gaze drifts around the room, taking in her surroundings as if seeing them for the first time. "When can I go home?" she asks hopefully.

Her expression falls at his words. Six more months seemed like an eternity to her right now. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "I didn't mean... I just want my life back."

She turns away from him, looking out the window as tears slip silently down her cheeks. The pain of not remembering is almost unbearable at times like this.

The warmth and familiarity of his touch are comforting, even if she doesn't consciously remember him. She leans into the embrace, allowing herself to feel safe and protected in his arms. He smells like home, like someone who is a part of her life, and despite everything that has happened, that realization brings her some small measure of comfort.

"It's going to be okay," she whispers again, more to convince herself than him. "We'll find a way through this."

His touch feels so good on her skin. She closes her eyes as he continues to caress her face, enjoying the sensation despite not being able to recall why it feels familiar. The sound of his voice, the rhythm of his breathing...they all seem like they should be part of a memory that she can't quite reach at the moment.

"I love you," he whispers against her cheek, and for some reason, those words are like a balm to her soul.

The feel of his lips brushing against her skin sends shivers down her spine. Her arms slide around him, holding on tight as if she's afraid to let go. "I love you too," she whispers back, feeling the words escape from a place deep within her where they have always been waiting, just out of reach.

For now, it is enough. She allows herself to be held by him, basking in the warmth and safety of their embrace as they face the uncertain future together.

The rest of the day passes quietly, with them holding onto each other as if their lives depend on it. The world outside is a blur, but in this small corner of her hospital room, she finds peace and comfort. As they sit together, their fingers intertwined, she begins to feel a spark within her--a flicker of memory trying desperately to find its way back home.

"I want to try something," she says finally, mustering up the courage to break away from his embrace for just a moment. "Can you...

can you show me a picture of us? Maybe it will help me remember." She swallows hard, feeling vulnerable and exposed as she asks him this. Even though she doesn't consciously recall their time together, there's something deep inside that tells her these images will hold the key to unlocking her memories.

He nods solemnly, understanding how important this is for her. "Of course," he says softly, reaching over to pick up his phone from where it sits on the bedside table.

As he scrolls through his photos, she leans in close, studying each image intently. There are pictures of them together at various events--parties, concerts, even vacations--and her heart aches at the sight of them all. She recognizes him in some of them but still can't quite put a name to his face.

Finally, she pauses on an image of them sitting on a beach, the sunlight dancing off the water behind them. "This looks familiar,"

she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. The memory is still hazy, like trying to see through a foggy window, but it's there--a tiny spark of recognition. "We were... we were happy," she says softly, almost to herself.

He nods, his lips quirking into a small smile. "We were." He kisses her temple before showing her another photo--one of them laughing together at some inside joke only they seem to understand.

She studies the image for several moments, trying desperately to grasp onto the memory it represents. "We were... friends?" she asks finally, her voice full of uncertainty. He shakes his head gently.

"No," he says with a soft chuckle. "More than that." His thumb caresses the back of her hand, sending shivers up her spine. "Much more."

"I don't know..." She trails off, thinking about it for a moment. "Perhaps... deep down, I always knew?" Her expression becomes thoughtful as she tries to puzzle through the feelings that surfaced when she first saw him at her bedside--the sense of comfort and familiarity that went beyond simple friendship.

He smiles gently, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Well," he says softly, "I'm glad you trusted your instincts."