Chapter 10 You Are My Chan

• One hour passed when Nero open his eyes again. Belle who is sitting at the sofa with her arms cross saw that he is already awake. She couldn't get over to the word he said earlier. Suddenly, Nero sit up and blinked his eyes before looking to his surroundings.
• Nero blinked, his gaze fixed on Belle, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him. He tried to grasp at the feeling, to understand why her presence felt so comforting, so...right. But his mind was a blank slate, a vast emptiness where his memories should be.
• "Chan?" he whispered, the name slipping out of his lips like a forgotten melody.
• Belle's expression remained unchanged, her sharp gaze fixed on him. "Chan?" she repeated, her voice rough and gravelly. "Who's Chan?"
• "You," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "You're Chan. My Chan." He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and touched her cheek. "I love you, Chan."
• Belle recoiled, her eyes narrowing. "You're delusional," she said, her voice laced with a hint of disgust. "You don't know me."
• "But I do," he insisted, his voice rising with a childlike urgency. "We're together, Chan. We're in love."
• He tried to sit up, but his bandaged leg protested with a sharp pain. He winced, his eyes welling up with tears. "It hurts," he whimpered. "Chan, make it stop."
• Belle sighed, her gaze softening slightly. "You're hurt," she said, her voice gentler now. "You need to stay in bed." She helped him lie back down, her touch surprisingly gentle.
• "Chan, I want to go home," he said, his voice small and pleading. "I want to go home to you."
• "You don't have a home," she said, her voice firm. "You don't have a family. You don't have a Chan."
• He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No, Chan, I do," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You're my Chan. We're together."
• He reached out for her again, his fingers brushing against her arm. "Stay with me, Chan," he pleaded. "Don't leave me."
• Belle hesitated, her gaze meeting his. She saw the confusion, the pain, the childlike vulnerability in his eyes. Something in her softened. She couldn't just leave him. Not like this.
• "I'll stay," she said, her voice softer than before. "But you need to rest. You need to get better."
• He smiled, a bright, innocent smile that tugged at her heartstrings. "Thank you, Chan," he said. "I love you."
• He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep, his hand still reaching for hers. Belle watched him, a strange mixture of pity and apprehension swirling within her. She had no idea who this man was, who he thought she was, or what had happened to him. But she knew one thing – he was lost, and she was the only one who could help him find his way back.
• Later on, Mark went back to check on Nero.n
• "What's his problem, really? I think he didn't lost his memories, he also lost his head for fucking real."
• "What happened?"
• "You done on checking your patients?"
• "Yup, obviously."
• "What an ass."
• "So, what happened to him?"
• "He is actually saying that I am 'his Chan' Like what the heck?" Belle rants while Mark is listening. "He is also clingy compared to his situation earlier. He acts like a child now."
• "Then, maybe he got a selective amnesia," Mark said casually. He and Belle look at each other. "As for my observation and base on what you said, I think he is experiencing a combination of retrograde amnesia and anterograde amnesia."
• "So, it's difficult to handle does it?"
• "It is," Mark, the doctor agreed, his expression sympathetic. "Retrograde amnesia means he's lost memories of events that happened before the accident. He can't remember his family, his name, where he lives... all those details that make up his identity."
• Belle's heart sank. She had already noticed that Nero was struggling to recall even the most basic details of his life. "And what about the anterograde amnesia?"
• "That's the inability to form new memories after the accident," the doctor said. "He remembers events from five years ago, but anything more recent is a blur. It's like his brain is stuck in that time period."
• "So, he's... stuck?" Belle asked, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and confusion.
• "That's one way to put it," the doctor said, his expression sympathetic. "His brain is trying to heal, but it's a long and complicated process. We're still trying to understand the extent of the damage and the best course of treatment."
• Belle looked at Nero, her heart aching for him. He was lost, vulnerable, and utterly dependent on her.
• "Is there any hope that he'll recover his memories?" she asked, her voice filled with a desperate hope.
• Mark sighed. "It's impossible to say for sure, Belle. Some people with amnesia recover completely, while others have lasting effects. We'll need to do more tests and monitor his progress. But for now, it's important to focus on the present and take things one day at a time."
• Belle nodded, her heart heavy with a mix of hope and fear. She knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but she was determined to help Nero even though she didn't know him. She can't deny that she sense a familiarity with him when she is saving him.
• "I think you are responsible to take care of her for now, Belle."
• When Mark leaves, Belle look at Nero and saw a little tattoo on his wrist, engrave a word 'Zeph' and it felt familiar just by looking at it.
• From that day forward, Nero became a shadow, following Belle everywhere. He clung to her, calling her "Chan," believing her to be his long-lost love. His actions were a stark contrast to the ruthless, powerful man he once was. He would sit by her side, his hand reaching for hers, his eyes filled with a love that was both innocent and heartbreaking. He would follow her around the hospital, his gaze fixed on her, a constant reminder of his lost memories. He would ask her questions, his voice filled with a childlike wonder, about their past, about their life together, about their love. He would try to remember things, to piece together fragments of their shared history, but his mind remained a blank slate. He would often lapse into a state of deep sadness, his eyes filled with tears, as he mourned the loss of his memories, the loss of his love.
• Belle, despite her initial apprehension, found herself drawn to him. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man who had lost his memories, who was so utterly lost and vulnerable. She couldn't bring herself to leave him alone, to abandon him in his confusion. She stayed with him, caring for him, trying to piece together the puzzle of his past, hoping to find a way to help him regain his memories and his life.
• She began to research his past, trying to find any clues that might help him remember. She searched through medical records, news articles, and social media, hoping to find a connection, a spark of recognition. But everything she found seemed to be shrouded in mystery. His past was a blank canvas, a void filled with unanswered questions.
• She tried to talk to him, to encourage him to remember, but he was resistant. He clung to the belief that she was Chan, his love, his everything. He wouldn't accept any other reality.
• She felt a growing sense of frustration and helplessness. She wanted to help him, but she didn't know how. She was a woman of action, a woman who thrived on logic and reason, but this situation was beyond her control.
• She felt a growing sense of fear. This wasn't just a case of amnesia. There was something more sinister at play. The Black Rabbit. They were involved somehow. But how? Who is he to be involved into the Black Rabbit Organization.