BuzzNovelChapter 970: He clutched his head, fingers pressing hard against his temples, trying to steady himself. But the pain was relentless, twisting his features into a grimace.
"Are you alright?" The doctor rushed over, concern lacing his voice.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKristopher tried to focus, but the doctor's figure wavered, the world tilting around him. His body betrayed him, his strength giving way. He collapsed, his vision blurring as the room spun.
One moment, the doctor was at eye level. The next, he loomed above him.
Then-darkness.
Kristopher drifted into a dream. In it, he and Carrie were inseparable, their love consuming and undeniable. They attended parties together, strolled through the streets, he cooked for her, cared for her wounds, and they made love-fierce, desperate, and intoxicating.
Updates loaded at ga☐☐ovs.co Then, the dream twisted. A gunshot rang out. Carrie stood before him in a wedding gown, her face streaked with tears, grief carved into her delicate features. Why hadn't he saved her? Why hadn't he saved their child? The pristine white of her dress darkened, stained with spreading blood.
The world around them dissolved into a sea of red. "Carrie!" Kristopher bolted upright, gasping for breath. His eyes snapped open to the blinding sterility of a hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of machines grounding him in reality. An IV drip was attached to his arm. The doctor entered just at that moment. "Mr. Norris, you're awake? Does your head still hurt?" This was his new attending physician-a neurology specialist brought in by the Herrera family after his amnesia. Renowned for his work in memory recovery, the doctor had spent years abroad refining his expertise.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe doctor walked to the bedside, checked the IV bag, and pulled a vial and a disposable syringe from his pocket. Without hesitation, he drew the liquid into the syringe, then injected it into the IV line.
Once finished, he pocketed the empty vial and syringe, speaking casually. "It's a vital nutritional supplement. You're slightly anemic. You need proper rest, a balanced diet, and to avoid overexertion." Kristopher used his free hand to push...
He pushed himself into a sitting position. His head had stopped throbbing. The pain had vanished completely. He rubbed his temples, waited a beat, then said, "It's gone. I don't feel anything anymore." The doctor studied him. "What triggered the episode? What did you remember just now?" Kristopher tried to summon the images, but they had already slipped away-like sand through his fingers. Even the vivid dream, so intense just moments ago, had faded into nothingness.
His brows furrowed. "I don't remember."
For a fraction of a second, the doctor seemed to exhale in relief.
The doctor patted his shoulder and said, "Rest well. Don't try to force yourself to remember things from the past for now. Forcing it will only worsen the pain. Each headache puts stress on your brain, and if they bectoo frequent, it could be dangerous."
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