When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 219

Chapter Two Hundred And Nineteen: I Won’t Leave Him.

Cassienne sat on the cold metal bench in the hospital corridor, her hands clenched tightly together on her lap. She had not moved for a long time. Steve stood a few steps away from her, his posture straight as always, another bodyguard beside him. They were both quiet, giving her space, yet staying close enough in case she needed anything.

But there was nothing they could do. Nothing anyone could do.

Cassienne’s eyes were fixed on the closed door ahead, the one that led to the room where Dreston was being examined. Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling with quiet, restrained sobs.

Her mind would not stop replaying everything. The drive to the hospital. The way Dreston had been holding his head, his voice strained as he spoke through the pain. He had not listened to her. Even when she begged him to stop, or when she told him to let it go.

He kept talking. “I saw something… the tech expo…” his voice had been unsteady, broken between breaths. “You and I… we were together… you kissed me… we almost…”

Cassienne had held his hand tightly, her heart breaking with every word. “Stop, Dreston. Please, stop thinking about it,” she had begged.

But he refused to. “It wasn’t just that,” he continued, his voice tightening with pain. “We were in a van… you called me… you called me DT…”

Cassienne’s tears had fallen freely then because she remembered. She remembered every moment. And hearing him struggle to piece it together while it caused him so much pain was unbearable. She pressed her hands against her face now, sitting on the bench as the memory replayed again.

The last thing he said before everything went wrong. Before his body finally gave in. “You’ve been my first love, Cass.”

Cassienne shook her head, sobbing harder. “I didn’t want this,” she whispered. “I didn’t want you to

suffer like this.”

Steve shifted slightly, uncomfortable with her pain but unable to remain silent. “Please, stop crying,” he said gently. “He will be fine.”

But his words did not reach her.

Cassienne’s shoulders trembled as she cried. “He was in pain,” she said through her tears. “He couldn’t stop… the headaches… the memories… they wouldn’t stop.” Her voice broke completely. “I can’t watch him go through that.”

Footsteps echoed in the corridor, causing Cassienne to look up immediately.

Joseph and Abigail were walking toward them. The moment she saw them, she stood up without thinking.

“Mother…”

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Her voice cracked as she rushed forward and threw herself into Abigail’s arms.

Abigail held her tightly, her hand moving to the back of Cassienne’s head as she tried to calm her. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “Calm down, my dear.”

Cassienne shook her head against her. “No, it’s not okay,” she cried. “He’s in pain. His memories are coming back and it’s hurting him. They won’t stop. I told him to stop, but he didn’t listen.”

Abigail held her closer, her own eyes filled with concern, but she remained strong. Joseph stood beside them, his face tense. He closed his eyes briefly, forcing himself to stay composed.

At that moment, the door opened, and the doctor stepped out.

Joseph moved forward immediately. “Doctor,” he said.

Cassienne pulled away from Abigail, but she remained close, holding onto her as they all approached.

The doctor’s expression was serious. “I will explain his condition,” he began. “Mr. Tremont is currently experiencing what we call post traumatic amnesia with episodic memory reactivation.”

Joseph frowned slightly. “Explain that in simpler terms,” he said.

The doctor nodded. “After a head injury, especially one that affects the temporal lobe and hippocampal function, it is common for patients to lose recent memories. In some cases, those memories begin to return gradually. However, in Mr. Tremont’s case, the recovery is not happening in a controlled or sequential manner.”

Cassienne listened, her hands trembling. “What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means his brain is retrieving fragments of memory in an unstable pattern,” the doctor explained. “ Instead of recalling events smoothly, he is experiencing sudden bursts of recollection. These are intense, overlapping flashes of emotionally significant memories.”

Cassienne’s heart sank. “That’s why he was in pain,” she whispered.

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed. “Each of those memory flashes is triggering excessive neural activity. His brain is essentially overloading as it tries to process and reconnect those memories. This leads to severe headaches, disorientation, and neurological stress.”

Joseph’s jaw tightened. “And now?” he asked.

The doctor paused briefly before continuing. “While we were examining him and running tests, he continued to verbalize these memories. He repeatedly called for his wife. His brain was actively trying to

connect emotional and sensory recall, which increased the strain.”

Cassienne’s eyes filled with tears again.

“And then?” Abigail asked softly.

“He collapsed into a state of reduced consciousness,” the doctor said. “At this point, he has entered a medically induced protective coma.”

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Cassienne froze. “What?” Her voice came out faint.

“It was necessary,” the doctor continued. “His brain needs rest. If the neural activity continues at that level, it could cause long term damage or even permanent memory fragmentation.”

The words hit her so fast, and it broke her more. But Abigail held her tightly.

“So… he is in danger?” Joseph asked.

The doctor nodded. “Yes. His condition is serious. We are monitoring his intracranial pressure and neurological responses closely. The next few hours will be critical.”

Cassienne’s legs weakened. Abigail tightened her hold on her immediately. “You need to stay strong,” Abigail whispered.

But Cassienne shook her head, her tears falling freely again. “This is my fault,” she said. “If I had stopped him… if I had done something…”

“No,” Joseph said firmly. “This is not your fault.”

But she could not accept it. “I should have protected him,” she cried. “I knew he was pushing himself.”

Her body gave way, and she collapsed. Abigail caught her immediately with the help of Steve.

“Careful,” the doctor said quickly. “She needs to be handled gently.”

“She’s pregnant,” Abigail added urgently.

The doctor nodded. “Then she must avoid stress as much as possible. Her condition is also important. Both for her and the baby.”

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