Chapter 115
~ Franklin ~
"You what? You… you remember?" I asked, a flicker of hope cutting through my skepticism.
"Yes…ugh!" She winced, clutching her bandaged head.
"Stop trying to remember for now. You're going to hurt yourself, please," I said, still holding her in my arms.
"I have to…I need to…I want to remember." She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. She looked drained, fragile.
"If remembering means you have to inflict pain on yourself, then don't. I don't want you getting hurt," I told her. "Just don't force it."
"O…okay," she mumbled. She straightened up and studied me wearily.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she murmured.
"Are you sure? Do you need me to drive you back to the hospital so you can rest?"
"I'm okay…and there's no need for you to drive me back to the hospital. I'm fine," she assured me. I nodded, still reluctant.
"Can we stroll on the beach?" she asked, rising to her feet and stretching her hand toward me.
