Doubting His Memories

Blake cursed immediately as he opened his eyes. He had fallen for it again. Just because he was too thirsty, he had drunk the drink she brought for him. What has changed? He was still lying on the bed, but the cuff was now on his other hand, and the injured one was wrapped with a bandage.

"Great! At least I'm wearing clothes!" Blake rolled his eyes in anger. He took a few moments to look around the room, checking in case there was something he could use to free himself from the cuff.

Yesterday, Luna had told him about the first time they had met. It was at the club he frequented. She had mentioned that during their initial encounter, she had sprained her ankle, and it was Blake who had piggybacked her and taken her to the hospital. But that wasn't all. Since that day, she had started going to the club just to catch a glimpse of Blake.