On Grant’s chest, on the left side, there was a tattoo she had never seen before. Until that day, the area had always been bandaged or covered with a gown. But now, in the warm light of sunset, the tattoo was as clear as day.
It was her name.
“Anna. 21.12.”
The day she had been assigned to the clinic.
She instinctively pulled back, thinking she was seeing things. She gently rubbed the area with a damp towel, thinking it might be a marker stain. But no. The ink was deeply embedded in the skin.
“What the hell…” she whispered, trembling.
She looked at the heart monitor. The beats were steady, but something felt… different. As if the man’s heart had reacted to her surprise.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather her thoughts. How was it possible for him to have her name tattooed? Who was Grant Carter, really?
Anna spent the next few hours searching for any detail about her patient. She opened the medical files, read every line, but everything seemed fine — until she came across a classified document, locked with a password.
Here, curiosity won. With a combination of instinct and a code from the patient’s bracelet, she managed to access it. What she discovered made her collapse into a chair.
Grant was not just a businessman. He had been an undercover informant, protected by a secret program, and had been involved in an international corruption case in which three people had already died.
But worse than that: Anna was mentioned.
It was written that her name had been chosen specifically. That in the event of a possible awakening, her presence could trigger essential memories.
“So it wasn’t a coincidence…”
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
The next day, while changing his IV, Grant’s eyes moved. It wasn’t a reflex spasm. It was a conscious gesture.
“Anna…”
His voice was weak but clear.
Tears filled her eyes. He had taken her hand.
“Tell me what happened, Grant.”
But the door suddenly opened. A man in a black suit, with a government badge, entered and said briefly:
“Thank you for your help, Miss Munro. We’ll take it from here.”
Anna didn’t have time to ask anything.
Grant was taken away. The file was erased from the system.
The only thing left was that tattoo.
And the question: why her?
A month later, she received an envelope. Inside: a photograph of Grant, smiling, in a tropical place.
On the back, a handwritten message:
“You woke me up. I will owe you for life.”
Anna smiled.
And for the first time in her life, she felt that her work had truly changed something.
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