A young nurse was washing a guy in a coma, but one day when she pulled back the blanket, she was totally floored by what she saw

In just a few weeks, he had gone from being bedridden to sitting up, eating on his own, and speaking in full sentences. Now, with the help of physical therapy, he was learning to walk again. And through it all, Anna was there.

Every step. Every struggle. Every frustrating moment where he wanted to give up, she pulled him back.

I can’t do this, Grant muttered, gripping the parallel bars tightly as he attempted to lift himself. Yes, you can, Anna said firmly, standing beside him. You’ve already come this far, Grant.

Don’t stop now. He turned to look at her, his breathing heavy. She wasn’t just saying words to motivate him.

She truly believed in him. And that made him believe in himself. With a determined exhale, he took another step forward.

Anna’s face lit up. That’s it. For the first time since waking up, Grant smiled.

Not out of politeness. Not out of obligation. But because, for the first time, he felt alive again.

And he knew exactly who to thank for that. Anna wasn’t like the others. She didn’t treat him like a charity case.

She didn’t see him as a billionaire trapped in a hospital bed. She saw him. Just Grant.

And that was why he found himself gravitating toward her. Whenever she was in the room, the world felt lighter. Whenever she spoke, her voice pulled him from the darkness that sat still lingered in his mind.

And whenever she touched him, a hand on his arm, steadying him as he walked, adjusting his pillow, his skin tingled with something he couldn’t explain. One night, after a particularly long therapy session, Anna suggested taking a walk in the hospital’s garden. Fresh air might do you some good, she said, smiling.

Grant agreed. But what he didn’t expect was how different everything would feel outside those hospital walls. The cool night air.

The rustling trees. The moon casting a soft glow over the world. For the first time, he felt like a person again.

Not a patient. Not a mystery with missing memories. Just himself.

Why? And beside him, Anna. They walked slowly, Anna holding onto his arm for support. At first, Grant thought it was just part of her job.

But then, he saw the way her fingers lingered on his wrist. The way she glanced at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. The way her breath hitched slightly whenever he stepped too close.

And suddenly, he knew. She felt it too. That pull.

That unspoken connection between them. They stopped near a small stone bench, the moonlight casting shadows across the garden. Grant turned to face her, his heartbeat unsteady for a different reason this time.

Anna opened her mouth to say something. But before she could, Grant took her hand. Her lips parted in surprise, her eyes searching his.

I don’t remember anything about my life before this, he admitted, his voice low. But I know one thing for sure. Anna swallowed.

What? He tightened his grip around her fingers. I trust you. The words were simple.

But to him, they meant everything. And judging by the way Anna’s breath caught in her throat. The way her cheeks flushed under the moonlight.

The way she didn’t pull away. She understood. And for now, that was enough.

The night was restless. Grant tossed and turned in his hospital bed, his body still weak but his mind racing. And then, a flash.

A sudden burst of memory crashed through his subconscious like a breaking dam. The road was dark. The rain poured against the windshield, his wipers struggling to keep up…