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Zev nudged the blanket aside with careful precision before sinking back into the bed. Without a word, he grabbed a pillow and covered his face, feigning unconsciousness.
He wasn’t wearing pants. His injuries were severe, with gashes and bruises marking his skin.
His long legs stretched past the edge of the bed, their pale color made even starker by the harsh hospital lighting.
Kelly cleared her throat. She was a doctor, trained to see patients as nothing more than cases to treat, but Zev was different. Her heart pounded, heat creeping up her neck.
“Zev,” she said, voice edged with warning. “If you keep letting your mind wander, I’ll put an end to it myself.” Her sharp glare made it clear she wasn’t joking. If he was truly so concerned about his body’s function, she had a permanent solution,in mind.
“I don’t want to think about it either,” Zev muttered, his voice low with frustration.
In Solmaris, he had never been shy about pressing against her, shameless in his affection. Yet, even then, he had never once forced her into anything.
Now, even in a hospital bed, his body responded to her presence, instinct overriding reason.
“I’m serious,” Kelly said, snapping the blanket back over him. “If you don’t get it under control, I’ll deal with it myself.”
Zev let out a dramatic sigh and buried his face in the pillow, the very picture of defeat.
Kelly sat beside him, waiting. Minutes passed, but he refused to move.
“You planning on suffocating yourself?” she asked, folding her arms.
No response.
With a sigh, she reached for the pillow and yanked it away. “Does your hand still hurt? It’s been nearly a month since the surgery. The doctor says it’s time to start therapy.”
Zev turned his face away, ears burning red.
“Come on, focus,” Kelly said, swatting him lightly on the head.
Zev turned back, his expression pitiful. “Honey,” he murmured. “I’m suffering.”
Kelly’s patience snapped. “You-”
“You’re my wife,” Zev interrupted. “Help me.”
Kelly inhaled sharply, then stood without a word. She disappeared into the bathroom, filled a basin with ice–cold water, and returned with a damp towel. Without hesitation, she slapped it over his face.
Zev shot upright, shivering as he tore the towel away.
If his spine had been injured, that move alone would have sent him into agony. Fortunately, he was intact.
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“Are you trying to kill your own husband?” he demandel, glaring at her.
“Are you thinking straight now?” Kelly asked, unbothered.
Zev scowled. “You love picking on me, don’t you?”
Kelly narrowed her eyes. “Do you actually have amnesia, or are you just making things up?”
Because if he truly couldn’t remember, then why was he so certain she was his wife?
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“I forgot some things,” Zev admitted, his brow furrowing. “But I remember you. You were the quiet one.” In his mind, his wife had always been silent.
Kelly hesitated, then spoke softly. “I can talk now.”
A slow grin spread across Zev’s face. “Your voice is beautiful, honey.”
She exhaled, already bracing for whatever nonsense he would say next. After five years in Solmaris, she had learned to endure Zev’s constant teasing.
He had made it his mission to annoy her, and, over time, it had become a daily routine–one she could no longer escape.
After two weeks in the hospital, the doctors finally cleared Zev for discharge.
The moment he was wheeled outside, his entire demeanor shifted. Excitement buzzed around him, impossible to ignore. He looked like a dog that had just been let loose in an open field, eager and uncontainable.
Gary stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold. His expression flickered between exasperation and resignation. It was hard to watch Zev like this–completely oblivious to anything that wasn’t Kelly.
“Zev,” Gary muttered, his voice low. “Take care of yourself. And get your memory back. Fast.”
Lucas was still out there. The fight wasn’t over. If Zev stayed lost in this ridiculous honeymoon phase, it would only throw their plans into chaos.
They needed him focused, not infatuated.
“I’ll do my best to help him remember,” Kelly assured him.
Gary pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to her. “This is from the higher–ups. Use it to take care of him. Make sure he eats properly.”
Kelly hesitated. She didn’t need the money–Eric had already given her more than enough–but she knew this wasn’t about her. This was Zev’s due.
“Alright.” She took the card and slipped it into her pocket.
Zev, meanwhile, sat in his wheelchair, grinning like a fool. “Honey, let’s go home!”
The hospital staff had gathered to see him off, with a few of the nurses looking reluctant to say goodbye.
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Zev was ridiculously good looking.
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Unfortunately, his personality did not match his face. But, sometimes, looks forgave a great deal.
On the drive home, Kelly pulled out the card and placed it in Zev’s hand. “This is your stipend. Keep it.”
Zev barely glanced at it before pushing it back. “Honey aren’t you the one who handles our finances?”
Kelly opened her mouth, ready to argue, but Samuel’s words echoed in her head. Go along with him. Let him find his way back on his own.
She let out a slow breath and put the card away. “Zev,” she asked, choosing her words carefully, “do you remember how we met?”
Zev frowned and rubbed his temple. “In… the desert?” For a brief moment, something surfaced in his eyes, but whatever memory he had found slipped away as quickly as it had come. The tension on his face was unmistakable.
Kelly reacted before she could stop herself. “If it hurts, don’t push it.” She realized, with some surprise, that she actually felt bad for him.
Zev perked up instantly. “Honey, let’s go home!”
Gary groaned from the driver’s seat. “Why are you so dimn excited?”
Zev shot him a pitying glance. “You wouldn’t understand, you miserable stray.” Then he leaned closer to Kelly, lowering his voice. “Honey, once we’re home, I need to check if everything’s still working. See if I can still make a baby.”
Kelly inhaled sharply. For a moment, she genuinely considered murder.
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