Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 A Little Awkward

AMY

A few weeks passed quietly after the doctor’s last report. Every day felt the same. For me, it was the usual rhythm of going to Daniel’s room, sitting beside him, talking to him about things that probably didn’t matter, and waiting like I was expecting a response.

Mrs. Carter stopped pretending she wasn’t anxious. She visited him more often, staying longer than usual. Even Cole seemed more alert whenever he passed by the room. On the bright side, it felt good how things were normal for once. It’s been like forever I had a peaceful normal day.

It was a new week and I woke up to do the usual. I walked into Daniel’s room just after sunrise. The curtains were half–open, and the golden light spilled across the floor. The nurse was there, checking his vitals. I greeted her and set my bag down, she looked up and smiled slightly.

“He’s showing stronger signs this morning,” she said. “His readings have improved again.” she said to me with a smile and so much warmth in her voice.

I nodded. “That’s good.” was all I could say in response.

I moved closer to the bed, ready to start the usual routine of soft talking and waiting when I noticed something different. His fingers moved but it was just slightly and then his eyelids fluttered.

I froze.

The nurse gasped. “Mr. Carter?” she called out quickly, leaning in. “Can you hear me?”

His eyes opened slowly. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. For a long moment, he just looked around the room like he was trying to figure out where he was.

The nurse pressed the call button. “He’s awake,” she said into the speaker.

My heart pounded, but I remained frozen on the spot. I didn’t know what to do or say. After months of silence, I didn’t even know how to speak to him anymore. He turned his head toward me, and our eyes met. For a second, everything inside me stopped. Then I saw the confusion in his expression. He didn’t recognize me.

“Daniel,” I called out softly. “You’re awake.”

He frowned, his voice was rough from disuse. “Who… who are you?” he stuttered

“I’m Amy,” I said, trying to sound calm. “Your wife.”

He stared at me for a few seconds longer, as if trying to pull the name from somewhere deep

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inside him, but nothing came. “Wife?” he repeated, sounding unsure..

The nurse gave me an apologetic glance before stepping aside to let the doctors rush in. They surrounded the bed, checking his pulse, asking him questions.

“Do you know where you are?” one of them asked.

Daniel looked around. “Home?”

“That’s right,” the doctor said. “Do you remember how you got here?”

He shook his head slowly. “No.”

Mrs. Carter came in a few minutes later, her composure cracking for the first time in months. “Daniel,” she called out softly, her voice trembling, “you’re awake.” she added with excitement in her voice.

He looked at her with faint recognition. “Mother?”

She nodded quickly, moving closer and holding his hand. “Yes, my son. It’s me.”

The doctor glanced at her. “He seems to remember close relations, but not recent events or extended memories. It could be temporary.”

“Temporary?” I repeated quietly.

“Yes,” the doctor said, turning to me. “Sometimes after long comas, the brain resets to familiar memories and blocks out newer ones. It’s a defense mechanism.”

“So he doesn’t remember me,” I said.

“Not yet,” the doctor said gently. “But with time and rehabilitation, there’s a chance those memories could return. Plus, you have to remember that you both got married while he was in a coma so hearing your voice when he was unconscious does not guarantee recognition.”

Mrs. Carter exhaled shakily. “Whatever it takes, we’ll do it.”

When the doctors finished their check–up, they left instructions for rest and observation. Mrs. Carter followed them out to speak with the head physician. That left me and Daniel alone in the room for the first time.

He turned toward me, “You said you’re my

wife?”

“Yes,” I replied.

He observed me carefully. “How long have we been married?”

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Chapter 12 A Lite Awkward

“A year and a few months before your accident,” I said.

He nodded slowly, trying to process it. “I’m sorry,” he said after a pause. “I don’t… I don’t remember.”

Finished

I forced a small smile. “It’s alright. You’ve been through a lot and it happened while you were in a coma. Your mother will explain better when you’re in a better condition.”

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