Hosie~ One Shots

Amnesia

Hope Mikaelson woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and the soft hum of medical equipment. Her head throbbed with pain, and as she tried to piece together what had happened, a nurse approached her with a worried expression.

"You're awake," the nurse said gently. "You've been in an accident. Do you remember anything?"

Hope blinked, trying to focus. Flashes of images raced through her mind—broken glass, screeching tires, and then darkness. "I... I don't remember," she managed to say, her voice hoarse.

The nurse nodded sympathetically. "It's okay. Amnesia is common after head injuries. We'll run some tests and try to help you regain your memory."

Days passed, and Hope struggled to piece together her life. She learned that her name was Hope Mikaelson, and she was a tribrid—a rare supernatural being. She was told she had a husband named Landon Kirby, and they had been married for a few years. But whenever she looked at pictures of them together, she felt a strange disconnect, as if the life she was seeing wasn't quite hers.

One afternoon, as Hope sat in her hospital room, deep in thought, a familiar face appeared in the doorway—Josie Saltzman. Hope felt a jolt of recognition, a warmth spreading through her chest that she couldn't explain.

"Hey," Josie said softly, stepping closer. "How are you feeling?"

Hope stared at Josie, her heart racing inexplicably. "I... I'm okay," she replied, her voice wavering. "I just... I don't remember you."

Josie's expression fell, but she nodded understandingly. "It's okay. I'm Josie. We're friends... close friends."

As Josie spoke, memories flickered in Hope's mind—moments of laughter, shared secrets, and a deep connection that seemed to transcend words. She felt drawn to Josie in a way that felt more than friendship, and it scared and intrigued her at the same time.

Over the following days, Josie visited Hope regularly, patiently answering her questions and sharing stories of their adventures together. They laughed and reminisced, and with each passing moment, Hope felt herself falling for Josie—hard and fast.

One evening, Josie brought a photo album to Hope's room. They sat side by side on the bed, flipping through the pages filled with snapshots of their lives together. Hope's heart swelled with emotions she couldn't quite comprehend—joy, longing, and a sense of belonging that she had never felt with Landon.

Hope Mikaelson lay in her hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the constant hum of medical equipment. It had been weeks since the accident that had stolen her memories, and she had made slow progress in piecing together her life. But one thing remained clear—her heart belonged to Josie Saltzman.

Josie had been by her side every step of the way, patiently helping her navigate the fragments of her past. They had spent countless hours talking, looking through old photos, and reliving cherished moments together. Hope felt a deep connection with Josie, one that transcended the gaps in her memory.

One sunny afternoon, as Hope stared out the window, lost in thought, a memory suddenly flickered to life—a memory of Josie's smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, and the warmth of her touch. It was as if a floodgate had opened, and Hope found herself remembering moments that had once been lost to her.

She remembered their first meeting at the Salvatore School, how Josie had welcomed her with open arms and a kindness that had taken her by surprise. She remembered their late-night conversations, sharing secrets and dreams under the stars. And she remembered the day Josie had confessed her feelings, the nervousness in her voice matching the fluttering in Hope's own heart.