Charity Night (english)

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Two days have passed since I woke up in the hospital. Two days in which I had no idea what had happened in my life in the last few weeks. Two days that I somehow survive by watching old romantic comedies and having my family and friends secretly smuggle in junk food. And two days of wondering who this man was that sits next to my bed every day.

According to the doctors, this emptiness that exists in my head can be easily explained and it is usually only temporary. It's called retrograde amnesia. It makes me nervous. Especially because Lucas told me that we were on a date. I'm laying in this bed and there's this smoking hot guy I can't remember meeting, holding my hand every time he thinks I'm asleep.

The situation is currently reversed and he's half hanging in his chair and I can finally take a closer look at him without seeming like a crazy person. He looks good. His amber eyes, which he has just closed, are a great complement to the dark hair that is currently sticking wildly from his head. When he shows up here after his day at the office he's always so groomed and looks so strict. This casual look suits him a thousand times better. Makes him look a bit like that guy from that boy band that was so hyped a few years ago. Zake or Zayn or whatever his name is. He also seems to exercise regularly, as his muscles are very noticeable under his gray shirt. My sister would probably describe him as sexy.

"What are you staring at? "Do you like what you see?" he says in a rough voice and he grins at me with one eye. This mischievous look makes me feel a little antsy and I turn my head away in embarrassment. The noise I hear behind me suggests that Lucas has stood up and a moment later his fingers gently place themselves under my chin to pull it towards him again.

"I didn't tell you to look away." He whispers, looking so deeply into my eyes that I would definitely have fallen over if I wasn't already lying down. My sister clearing her throat from the door breaks us out of the paralysis we find ourselves in. "Am I disturbing you with something?" she mocks and then comes up to me to give me a hug. "I just spoke to the doctor and I have good news for you. You can still go home today. A few more tests should be carried out in a few days, but until then you can go home."

"That are great news. That means things are looking up." Lucas is just as excited as Sophie. The only one who isn't so sure about this is me. If everything was as good as they say, why can't I still remember anything? From what I've been told, I just hit my head... It can't have been so violent that my subconscious isolates me so much. There must be something else, but every time I ask my sister about it she changes the subject and avoids me. And Lucas? He tells me about the things he knows, but it's not a lot, which is of course also because we haven't known each other for long.

Two hours later, Lucas is gone and my sister is packing my things into my travel bag while I sign the discharge papers. Then we make our way to West Hampstead to my apartment. Sophie will stay with me for a few more days and support me until I am completely healthy again.

"Sweetheart, why do I feel like you're keeping something from me? You keep me away from the laptop and strangely enough you forget to bring my phone from here to the hospital every day. What's up? And please don't lie to me," I say what's been bothering me the whole time. "There's something I didn't tell you, but I think that's also a reason for your amnesia and I wanted to give you a few days to recover. The last thing you remember is the morning before the charity event, right?" I nod hesitantly because, despite my curiosity, I'm a little afraid of her explanation. "That evening at the gala you met a man and spent the night with him. And then on Monday it turned out that he was going to be your new boss because Tom retired."

I look at her in disbelief. "I spent the night with a stranger? That doesn't sound like me at all!" "I was really surprised about you too, but after everything that happened afterwards..." Her nervous expression worries me. "What exactly happened after that?"