Thomas knows about Erland

Maelie sat in silence, her gaze fixed on Erland. They weren't at home but in the emergency room of a clinic not far from their house. Her husband had injuries on his hand and head, caused by his actions during a fit of rage in their room after losing control because he couldn't remember his past.

"Mae... Mae... Don't leave me... Please, don't!" Erland muttered in his sleep, turning his head from side to side.

"Erland, Erland, wake up..." Maelie gently patted Erland's cheek. "Erland, I'm here..."

Erland opened his eyes, his gaze vacant, and turned to Maelie. He immediately grasped her hand with a fearful look, his breathing heavy.

"Maelie... My love..."

"Yes, I'm here," Maelie whispered with a smile.

"Please don't go!" Erland pleaded.

"Of course, I won't go... I belong to you!"

Erland sighed, then kissed Maelie's hand. He fell silent for a moment until he was completely calm and realized he wasn't at home, noticing the IV drip in his hand.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"You're in the clinic,