As the days continued of Uno's coma, Denise stood by her boyfriend and senior agent. But one afternoon, Uno woke up in a daze.
Uno’s eyes fluttered open slowly, his vision blurry as the sterile living quarters in his room at the Swindon Manor HQ came into focus. The soft beep of the machines echoed in the background, and the faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air. As his mind slowly cleared, the first thing he noticed was Denise, sitting by his bedside, her eyes filled with relief and worry.
"Uno?" she whispered, her voice soft but laced with concern. "You’re awake…"
Uno blinked a few times, trying to shake off the fog in his mind. He felt disoriented, as if something was missing, but he couldn’t quite place it. His gaze locked onto Denise, and for a moment, he just stared at her, trying to gather his thoughts.
"Denise..." he finally said, his voice hoarse. "What... what happened?"
Denise leaned closer, her hand gently brushing his. "You were injured during a mission. You’ve been in a coma for a few days. Do you... remember anything?"
Uno frowned, his brow furrowing as he tried to search through the haze of his mind. "I... I remember some things," he said slowly, his voice hesitant. "I’m a Head Spy for North Heathson Tailors. You’re my junior agent, my... girlfriend."
Denise smiled softly, squeezing his hand gently. "Yes, that’s right. What else do you remember?"
"I have three cousins who work for North Heathson as well," Uno continued, his voice gaining a bit more confidence. "Vincent Easton—Agent 023 - Designer. Yani Adams—Agent 033 - Shuttle. And Mika-Ella Brooks—Agent 028 - Photographer."
Denise nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "You’re remembering a lot. That’s good."
Uno’s eyes shifted slightly, a shadow of confusion crossing his face. "But... what happened? How did I get injured?"
Denise hesitated for a moment, her heart sinking as she realized he didn’t remember the mission that had led to his injuries. "You... you don’t remember what happened on the mission?"
Uno shook his head slowly, frustration building in his eyes. "No. I don’t. I remember being with you, training, leading missions... but the rest is just... blank."
Denise sighed softly, her fingers tightening around his hand. "It’s okay. It’ll come back to you, Uno. Right now, just focus on resting and recovering. The mission isn’t as important as your health."
Uno’s eyes searched hers, the tension in his face easing slightly. "I don’t like not remembering," he admitted. "It feels like something’s missing, like I should know what happened."
Denise nodded, her expression softening. "We’ll figure it out together. You don’t have to go through this alone."
Uno stared at her for a moment longer before giving a small nod. "Thanks, Denise. I... I’m glad you’re here."
She smiled warmly at him. "I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Uno. Now, just rest, okay?"
Uno closed his eyes, though the frustration of not recalling the mission still gnawed at him. But with Denise by his side, he knew he wasn’t completely lost.
As Uno lay back on his bed, eyes still closed in a mix of exhaustion and frustration, a faint shuffling sound caught his attention. Opening his eyes again, he saw two familiar figures enter the room. Thomas, his loyal pug, trotted in with his usual determined expression, while Haley, Denise’s cat, slinked gracefully beside him, her tail flicking with quiet confidence.
Denise glanced at the animals, smiling. “Looks like they’ve been waiting to see you too.”
Thomas immediately hopped up on the bed, sniffing Uno curiously before settling by his side, his little snout nuzzling against Uno’s arm. Haley, more reserved, hopped onto the chair next to Denise, curling up but keeping her sharp green eyes on Uno, as if observing him to make sure he was okay.
