Seeing her sit up, Gideon immediately moved in closer and gently slipped a pillow behind her back. "Don't move. I'll call the doctor."
He had just turned away when her fingers closed around his wrist.
"Wait. I don't need a doctor," she said. "I want to leave this place. Hope must be waiting for me. I need to go home."
The world seemed to tilt.
Gideon froze, chills racing down his spine. His throat constricted painfully as he realized she still thought Hope was alive. She had forgotten everything.
It seemed as though that part of the memory had been wiped clean.
"Please help me with the discharge," she urged anxiously. "I want to leave as soon as possible."
"Uh, yeah…" He frowned as he studied her.
