Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465 The Memory of Water

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The sight of two people emerging from the dark water nearly gave a nearby fisherman a heart attack. He scrambled to help pull them onto the bank, his hands shaking.

Tammy lay on the shore, gasping for air, her lungs burning.

“Are you alright? How did you end up in the reservoir? Should I call the police?” the fisherman asked, hovering over them.

Tammy gave a weak wave of her hand. “I’m fine. No police.”

“Well, you can’t just stay out here like this. Call your family to come get you. Here, use my phone.”

She offered a quick word of thanks and took the phone. But as she went to dial, her mind went completely blank. It was a void—nothingness where her memories should be.

She looked up at the man, her voice small and filled with confusion. “What is my name?”

The fisherman blinked. “Miss, how on earth am I supposed to know your name?”

He thought to himself that while the girl was stunningly beautiful, she didn’t seem particularly bright. He had no way of knowing that during the plunge, even with Norman shielding her, she had taken a brutal blow to the head. That impact had triggered a case of transient global amnesia. Her mind felt as though it were wrapped in a thick, impenetrable fog.

“Miss, your head is bleeding!” the fisherman cried out in alarm.

Tammy reached back and touched the base of her skull. Her hand came away coated in dark, sticky blood. No wonder her head felt like it was being hit with a dull hammer. She didn’t seem bothered, casually wiping the blood onto her torn clothes. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”

As soon as the words left her lips, she collapsed. The combination of blood loss and exhaustion finally took its toll.

Terrified, the fisherman called for an ambulance. The two were rushed to a nearby medical facility.

Norman regained consciousness during the trip. He was surprised to learn they had been pulled from a reservoir. The fisherman, who had insisted on accompanying them, gave a vivid

account.

“This young lady is incredible! She dragged you through the water for over a hundred meters to reach the shore! While carrying a man! And she was badly hurt herself. She seems to have lost her memory, though–couldn’t even remember her own name.”

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Norman froze, “Amnesia?”

His gaze drifted to the unconscious Tammy, and a sudden, hollow feeling opened up in his own mind. “What is… my name?”

The fisherman stared at him, speechless. What a disaster.

Both of them had lost their memories, and they had no identification, no money–nothing. Fearing the hospital bills, the fisherman made a snap decision to have them transferred to a small private clinic instead.

Norman didn’t seem to mind the change in scenery. He found himself staring at the woman beside him, and the more he looked, the more he liked what he saw. She was exactly his type.

So, when the fisherman asked what their relationship was, Norman answered vaguely, “We’re probably a couple.”

Looking at their striking features and how well they matched, the fisherman believed him. They look like models, he thought. Maybe they tried to commit suicide together because their families wouldn’t let them be? He felt a surge of pity and even covered the initial clinic fees for them.

When Tammy finally woke up, her memory was still a blank. The two of them stared at each other, their eyes filled with mutual suspicion.

The fisherman took each of them by the hand, pleading with them like a concerned elder. “Life is precious. Whatever obstacles you’re facing, you can get through them. Don’t do something so reckless again. Even if your families are against you, you shouldn’t try to die together. Go home and talk to them.”

Tammy looked at Norman, her voice hesitant. “We’re… a couple?”

Norman scratched his head. “That’s the general consensus.”

She studied him carefully. She had to admit the man looked fit and powerful, his muscles defined even through his tattered clothes. He met her standards for a strong man. But for some reason, she felt like she wasn’t usually attracted to this type. Still, she couldn’t find any other reason why she would have been in a river with him or why she would have risked her life to pull him out.

She reluctantly accepted the premise. “So, what do we do now?”

“First, we find a place to stay,” Norman said, thinking quickly.

With no IDs, no money, and their belongings lost to the current, they were essentially homeless. But Norman’s pride wouldn’t allow his woman to sleep on the street. He turned back to the fisherman and borrowed a bit of cash–only a few hundred.

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The fisherman’s heart ached at the loss of the money, knowing he’d likely never see it again, but he couldn’t leave them stranded.

Norman clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll pay you back.”

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