Emilia felt the air being cut off. Time seemed to have stopped. The man she had seen inert for so many months was now looking at her with clear, confused, yet alive eyes.
“Where… am I?” he murmured, his voice hoarse as if from a long dream.
She blinked several times, trying to regain her composure. “In the hospital… you are at Saint Luca. You had an accident.”
Alexandru tried to sit up, but his body gave way. Emilia gently supported his shoulders, trembling. “Don’t force it, please. You’ve been in a coma… for six months.”
His gaze stopped on her face, examining her. “Six months?” he repeated, almost in a whisper. “And… who are you?”
“Emilia. Your night nurse.”
A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the sound of the machine monitoring his heartbeat. A strange tension hung in the air, a mix of wonder, fear, and something neither could name.
In the days that followed, the news that the “coma billionaire” had awakened spread throughout the hospital. Doctors came to see him, the press wanted statements, and distant relatives suddenly appeared with tears and false smiles.
But Alexandru kept asking for the same thing: “Where is my night nurse?”
Emilia tried to do her job as usual, but everyone looked at her strangely. She was afraid he remembered… the kiss. That he would fire her, maybe even accuse her.
One morning, when she entered to bring him his treatment, he was waiting for her with his eyes open, a barely-there smile on his lips. “You’ve been here every night, haven’t you?”
She hesitated. “Yes. That was my duty.”
“Not just that.”
His words took her breath away. “I don’t understand…”
He raised his weak hand and touched her fingers. “I heard everything. Not always clearly, but… I knew you were there. Your voice. Your words. And… that kiss.”
Emilia froze. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have—”
“Yes, you should have,” he said, smiling for the first time truly. “That gesture brought me back. You woke me up, Emilia.”
Tears filled her eyes. She didn’t know what to say. The world suddenly seemed different.
After a few weeks, Alexandru began his recovery. He refused private hospitals, insisting on staying where he felt indebted. He had lost part of his memory, but not his determination.
When he was discharged, Emilia thought it was all over. He left her a simple note: “Thank you. You were the light in my nights.”
But life had other plans.
A month later, on a rainy evening, someone knocked on the door of her modest apartment. When she opened it, Alexandru stood there, leaning on a cane, with a bouquet of white lilies.
“You once told me you don’t believe in fairy tales,” he said, looking her in the eye. “But I lived one. With you.”
Emilia smiled through tears. Maybe not all stories end with “they lived happily ever after,” but some begin just like that — with a crazy kiss, on a quiet night, and a heart that dared to believe again.
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