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This sleep felt unusually long, and I had a drawn–out dream.
In this dream, I was immensely happy because someone was always by my
side.
He stayed with me constantly, guiding me through sorrow and joy. We spent many long years together.
It was like watching a movie–scenes flashing before me like slides. I truly experienced a beautiful illusion.
Except… I couldn’t quite see the male lead’s face…..
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ICU.
The familiar room surrounded me, the same machines humming beside me, their numbers flickering.
I lay still, wanting to touch my chest but unable to lift my hand.
Just then, the nurse pushed the door open, surprise flashing in her eyes.
“Miss Ruth, you’re awake? Dr. Patrick was just at the door–where’d he go?”
Before she finished, I saw Patrick walk in. His hair was tousled, stubble shadowing his jaw, exhaustion clinging to him–yet his eyes shone with hope.
His silhouette perfectly matched the man from my dream.
I blinked, dream images flooding back. Then I realized: it wasn’t a dream.
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“Patrick?”
Patrick froze, his voice trembling. “What did you just call me?”
I repeated it and added, “I think I remember. We used to…”
He smiled suddenly, but it looked heartbreaking.
Sitting by my bed, he gently covered my hand with his. “You really remember everything?”
I nodded faintly. “Mm. I thought it was a dream, but seeing you now… it
wasn’t.”
The nurse, recording my vitals, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Finally
remembered! Not just Dr. Patrick–our whole department’s been waiting for this day.”
I was puzzled and about to ask when Patrick cut in, “I’ll explain later. Focus on recovering now. Don’t overthink. Dorothy and I have no connection.”
Seeing my confusion, he patiently explained, “Your myocardial ischemia caused oxygen deprivation to your brain. That’s why you forgot the past few years. Around that time, Dorothy came for treatment. I discovered her compatibility with you by chance.”
“Her condition was critical. I persuaded her for ages before she agreed to donate her heart to you. Like you, she had no family. Her only request was for me to arrange her funeral–how could I refuse?”
The room fell silent.
Instantly, I recalled those documents and understood everything.
Patrick ruffled my hair. “Cooperate with treatment first. I’ll tell you whatever you want later.”
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“Okay.”
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I lay quietly as memories of Patrick from those lost years resurfaced.
They weren’t just recollections–they were proof of our three years in love.
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