Chapter 46 - Profound Loss

HealZone Medical

The hospital's fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glare on the sterile tiles, but Savannah barely noticed. Her entire world seemed to contract to the space within Blaze's arms. The man had scooped her up in a bridal carry, his strong arms cradling her with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos of her emotions.

She had been at the graveyard, a solitary figure draped in grief as she clutched the edge of her child's small grave. Her tears had mingled with the earth, and the weight of her sorrow had felt almost unbearable. Blaze had appeared like a ghost from the mist, his presence a sudden intrusion that, oddly, brought a flicker of comfort. His voice, though kind, had seemed a distant echo as he spoke to her, offering help.

As he navigated the hospital corridors, his steps were purposeful, his grip secure yet gentle. His presence was an unexpected balm to her fractured spirit, a lifeline in the form of a stranger. Savannah's mind flitted between panic and gratitude, her thoughts a jumbled mess. How had this man, a complete stranger, become her rock in the sea of her grief?

The medical staff's eyes followed them with a mix of concern and curiosity. They had seen many forms of suffering in these halls, but this scene was different-an outsider carrying another through a threshold of anguish. Savannah could sense their sympathetic glances, but she was too exhausted to feel self-conscious. Her focus remained on Blaze's face, which was a picture of calm determination.

With each step he took, she could feel her own trembling subsiding slightly, as if his strength was seeping into her, giving her a brief respite from the overwhelming sadness that had engulfed her.

As they approached the doctor, Savannah's grip on the Blaze's shoulders tightened instinctively, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. She wanted to cling to this fragile comfort, even as the reality of the situation loomed large. The doctor quickly mobilized, taking in the unusual but urgent scenario before them.

"How did this happen?" Doctor questioned "She fell" Blaze answered and Savannah's eyes darted to Blaze who had just lied to the doctor, no she wasn't angry at him she just gave him a look that seemed a little grateful or she was feeling better.

He respected her privacy rather than pulling all of them out to the public, some things are just better left within the person rather than getting fake sympathy, Savannah hated it, although Blaze seemed like an exception, why? She needs to find out now.

During the treatment of her foot, the doctor says, "It's a miracle that you're awake, Ms. Miller." Savannah looked at her with a confused look, "Oh sorry, silly me." She smiled, "I was the one...who treated you while you were unconscious." Savannah nodded slowly as she glanced at her freshly wrapped foot, which looked clean and neat, "Mr. Baldwin really adores you" just as Savannnah was about to respond.

"Is she okay now?" Upon entering the hospital room, Blaze questioned standing beside Savannah's bed "I've treated it, but it might take a while to heal it, so I recommend not using this leg for a few days, Mr. Baldwin." Savnnah became confused again when she saw the doctor bowing before Blaze. Why is going on? Why would she do that? "Get your things packed if she bleeds again" Blaze said something which further confused Savannah.

"Who are you to say this?" In response to Savannah's question, Blaze turned to face her as well. "Your well wisher" he said completely changing his tone in a soft voice. "This is not acceptable, you can't threaten anyone, who even are you to them?" she asked with a stoinic face and stared at him. "Ms. Miller, Mr Bladwin is our Boss, he has the right" she continued "And I'm willing to take the consiquences if you my patient have any issues with my treatment" she explained but there was some hesitation in her voice which Savannnah absolutely didn't noticed. Savannah looked around the hospital that she hadn't noticed before.

The polished marble floors gleamed under the soft, ambient lighting, and the high ceilings, adorned with intricate moldings and elegant chandeliers, seemed to stretch endlessly upward. The grandeur of the space was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the turmoil she had been feeling.

The walls were lined with tasteful artwork and lush greenery, and the air carried a faint, calming fragrance. Everything here spoke of luxury and meticulous care, from the elegant furniture to the soft, plush rugs that cushioned her steps. It was a world apart from the graveyard and the raw grief she had experienced only hours earlier. Their efficiency and the hospital's polished appearance spoke of a level of care and dedication that was impressive, yet it felt almost surreal in the context of her current situation. Savannah's heart was still heavy with grief, but she couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration for the scale and sophistication of the place.

When Savannah examined the surroundings, she asked "Is this HealZone Medical?"- "Yes," the doctor replied. Savannah have read many articles about this one of the world's best hospitals and luxurious, and she has always dreamed of working here one day, but chances were low average. As a surgeon, she continued working at Youheal hospital after giving up.

"Let's get you out" Blaze again lifted her up in his arms in a swift moment, "I can walk now, put me down." she protested "You can't, you just got treated but it isn't completely healed yet" The way he had effortlessly carried her spoke of both physical strength and an unexpected kindness. There was something about the way he had handled her-so carefully, so respectfully-that transcended the ordinary. He had been a stranger, yet in those crucial moments, he had been a source of unparalleled solace.

Consulting Room

"So, Ms. Miller, you've mentioned that you're having trouble remembering events from the past year?" The doctor asked, her voice gentle yet firm.

She nodded, her hands gripping the edge of the chair. "Yes. It's like there's a blank space in my life. I can remember everything up until a year ago, and then... nothing. It's as if that entire year has been erased."

Dr. Thompson brow furrowed slightly. "That's quite a significant gap. Can you tell me if there's any specific event or person you think might have triggered this memory loss?"

Savannah hesitated, struggling to piece together the fragments of what she could remember. "I was kidnapped by a man...It was Oliver.." those bring out all the memory about him to Savannnah, a painful memory. Meeting him was never good. "Tell me more about this man and the meeting." Doctor thompson questioned her more about details, "Dr. Thompson, this is enough" Blaze spoke who sat beisde Savannah and gave a stank eye to the Doctor opposite them.

Dr. Thompson nodded thoughtfully. "Memory loss of such a scale can sometimes be associated with trauma or severe stress. The fact that it's tied to a specific event, like meeting this man, could indicate that something significant occurred around that time. Your brain might be protecting you from a painful or distressing experience." he continued "You might be sufering from amnesia"

Savannah looked at the doctor feeling a wave of frustration. "But I don't understand why I'd forget an entire year. There must be something I'm missing. but I can't remember why?"

The doctor again seemed to think carefully about all the scenarios that could led to this "You were in a coma for an year, Ms. Miller and I examined you while you were unconscious and there was a huge blow with an heavy about on the back of your brain" the doctor faced the computer towards Savannnah which displayed her skull with every angles and their showed a hollow like structure onto her back head "You see this, this was done by a heavy object and this was the reason you fell into coma for an entire year, this could also be the reason why you don't remember anything Ms. Miller."

Savannah felt a deep ache in my chest. "Whi did this to me? I want to make sense of it all. I want to understand what happened during that missing year."

"I'll tell you everything Savannnah, let's just let you examined first" Blaze said as he didn't want risk anything with ger involving anymore.

Dr. Thompson voice was soothing. "Memory recovery can be a gradual process. In the meantime, focus on self-care and try to stay open to any fragments of memory that might come back to you."

They left the room, Savannah feeling a ache at her heart, the truth were all unreveiled all in front of her, and now she count even deny anything.

Closing her eyes, letting the weight of the revelations sink in. Savannah's son's death had been sudden, a tragic accident that could have been avoided but was not. The guilt and confusion that had plagued her were now matched with a painful clarity. It wasn't just the facts that were hard to digest-it was the finality of it all, the acceptance that her child was truly gone, and that there was nothing she could have done to change it.

The pain was still there, but it was different now. It was raw and deep, but it was no longer shrouded in the fog of uncertainty. She could finally grieve without the constant questions lingering in the back of my mind. There was a sort of strange peace that came with knowing the full story, even if that story was one of immense sorrow.

Savannah tried to reconcile her feelings. Blaze's kindness had been a rare and precious gift, an act of compassion that had arrived at a time when she had felt most lost. His presence had been a ointment to her wounded spirit, and she couldn't help but wonder about the man behind the gesture.

The hospital's sterile environment seemed to fade away as her thoughts focused on Blaze who had shown her such unexpected care. His actions had been a reminder of the profound impact that one person's kindness can have, even amidst the overwhelming weight of personal tragedy.

She knew that the days ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainty, but in that quiet hospital room, she clung to the memory of his compassion. The stranger who had carried her through her darkest hour had become a symbol of hope and humanity in a time of profound loss.

Author's Note:

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