😵😲 I kissed the handsome CEO who was lying in a coma, thinking that no one would ever know. But something happened — something I was completely unprepared for — a shiver ran through my entire body.
The night at the hospital was endless. I was once again by the patient’s side — as always. I checked the monitors, changed the dressings, spoke in a low voice, as if it made any sense.
Three years — three endless years — he lay motionless. A man whose name once graced magazine covers, whose companies were worth millions, and now — only silence and a faint pulse under cold skin.
Sometimes it felt like I was talking to myself. Yet I kept talking — about the weather, the people, life beyond these walls.
And today, tired of this silent conversation, I whispered:
— You wouldn’t be able to bear such silence, would you?
😱😯 I don’t know why I did it, but I leaned in and touched his lips. It was forbidden, unacceptable, but inside me boiled the longing, the hope that he was still alive. And then something happened that I could not have foreseen, not even in my boldest fantasies. For a moment, everything stopped…
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It happened faster than I could breathe. The monitor beeped alarmingly, the patient’s fingers twitched, and then… his hand wrapped around my waist with a certainty as if he had never slept.
The doctors burst into the room like a storm — lights, shouts, commands. Everyone called it a miracle. I only felt the burning memory… of that kiss that no one was supposed to know. The kiss I gave when I had lost hope.
He grew stronger each day. Remembered himself, the company, the night of the accident.
— Were you talking to me? — he asked one day.
— Yes… so I wouldn’t fall asleep.
— And the kiss?
My heart stopped.
— A mistake… — I whispered.
— Maybe not, — he replied so gently that I could barely meet his gaze.
Rumors spread faster than lightning. I was called to management: transfer to another department. Reputation first.
The next morning, Ethan was gone. He had discharged himself. Not even a goodbye.
I moved to a small clinic, trying to forget everything. And then — at the door, I heard his voice:
— Nurse Grey… I need a check-up.
I looked up. He stood in front of me — alive, confident — with the same gaze that once made me lose my mind.
— I found you, Lia, — he said softly.
