Memory Loss

_Micini’s POV_

I stared at the unknown man, pushing away from him in fear. His eyes held worry as he stood beside my bed stand, reaching out for me.

“Don't you remember me?” He asked, his voice strained.

My eyes darted around the room in fear, searching for Daniel.

Where is he? And why am I in a hospital bed? The last I remembered was him punishing me for a mistake I made.

Did I pass out? But that doesn't explain why I was here.

If he finds me here with this man, he's going to hurt me.

“I– I need to…” I started, pulling out the IV drip from my wrist and rushing out of the bed.

The doctor and the man both rushed to me, holding me back.

“You're not fully healed, you need to stay here,” The doctor cried out in panic but I wasn't having it.

“If he finds me, he's going to hurt me. I have to go back to him,” I cried as I fought them.

Daniel must be waiting for me somewhere, counting down the amount of minutes it took me to find him. The more he waits, the more pain he makes me feel.