Jasmine had lost her memory

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Three weeks later;

"Madeline, how are you feeling now?" Paul asked gently as he stepped into the room, a warm smile on his face. He watched as she slowly woke up, a faint smile curving her lips despite the fatigue that still lingered.

"I’m feeling a bit better," she replied, though her voice was soft and tentative. "But… do I really have to keep taking that medicine? It’s so bitter, and it makes me feel worse afterward."

Paul’s expression softened, his concern evident as he took her hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. "I know it’s not pleasant," he said, his voice steady but kind, "but you had a really bad accident, Madeline. The doctors were clear—you need to keep taking the medication to recover. I care about you too much to let you skip it."

Madeline looked down, frowning slightly as she processed his words. She touched the small bruises on her face, her fingers tracing over them absentmindedly. "But… why can’t I remember anything? Why does the name ‘Madeline’ feel s