Page 312 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Why don’t you believe me?” She’s mad. “I don’t know him!”

He has to stop her from trying to move her arms.

“Okay, Kitten,” Armani whispers and even kisses her. The touch seems to calm her down enough, the tension in her limbs beginning to seep out the longer he lays his lips on hers.

Something I used to be able to do.

“You’re allowed to be frustrated, Kenzie,” he assures her. “Why don’t you rest a bit more? Are you tired?”

The change in the subject makes her relax a little more.

“A little… I’m hungry,” she admits and yawns. “You won’t tell me what happened.”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

She struggles to answer.

“I’m… not sure,” she quietly admits and looks worried as she looks around the room with her eyes. It takes Armani cupping her cheeks for her to focus solely on him.

“Okay. I’ll explain it slowly later, but the doctor said we shouldn’t upset you. The pressure in your brain is still high, so we need you to be calm for now, okay Andrews?”

The use of Andrews makes her realize he’s serious because she nods her head slightly to emphasize she understands.

“Yes,” she finally replies, her eyes drooping a bit. “I’m sleepy again.”

“That’s okay,” he comforts her and kisses her forehead. “Do you want to sleep?”

“I… don’t know,” she admits and is actually fighting to stay awake. Her eyes briefly look at her parents. “What if Mom and Papa go…”

“We’re not going anywhere, Sofiya dear,” her mother emphasizes and is at the side of the bed once more and taking her hand. “Mommy will stay here with you until you wake up again, hmm?”

“Promise?” Her voice almost breaks. “I… don’t want to lose… Mommy… and Papa again…”

“I promise,” she chokes on tears. “Mommy and Papa will be right here, okay?”

She barely nods before she drifts off, her eyes closing before Armani stops her head from falling to one side. They maneuver the bed back just a bit like the doctor instructed before we all share a look.

“Wyatt, let’s speak outside,” Armani encourages. “Josephine, you stay here. I’ll be just out the door if Sofiya wakes up.”

“Alright,” she responds and looks my way.

I try not to look horrified, but I’m sure it shows on my face.

“We’ll figure it out, Wyatt,” she quietly assures me. “The hit to her head must have caused her to forget some things.”

All I can do is nod before Sofiya’s dad and I follow Armani’s lead. Despite the chilled air from the hall, I can barely breathe as I move and lower to the bench outside of her room.

It hits me now.

She doesn’t remember me.

Not a single fucking thing…

I don’t exist to her.

How?

Why?

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