Chapter 2 Fate

The morning light broke through a drizzle as Clara Hayes stepped off the Number 18 bus, clutching her umbrella in one hand and coffee in the other. She had just returned from California after visiting her mother after she finished her mock exams.

Her days always began the same - quiet streets, headphones in, a five-minute walk past the bakery that always smelled like cinnamon, and the steady hum of city life that never quite stopped.

Clara thrived on routine. It grounded her, kept her from drifting back into memories she didn't want to revisit. Wake up. Shower. Pray - or at least try to. Get to work. Help people heal. Go home. Repeat.

It wasn't glamorous, but it was peaceful - and peace was a hard-earned luxury for her.

As she entered St. George's Hospital, the smell of antiseptic and coffee greeted her like a second home. Nurses hurried down hallways, machines beeped, the intercom crackled. Just another day.

"Morning, Clara!" Ava called out cheerfully from behind the desk. "You picked the right day to come back."

Clara smiled faintly, signing the attendance sheet. "Why? What did I miss?"

Ava leaned closer, lowering her voice like a conspirator. "You didn't hear? That car accident from three nights ago - the one that shut down the bridge? The guy survived.

"Well... thank God" Clara said as she logged in, what was the fuss in that? She wondered. " You've not heard the juiciest part, we heard it's one of those billionaires. We don't even know who yet, everything is just so coded. I mean it's been three days already" Ava said exasperated. "Ava, not everyone likes the attention " Clara explained which earned a chuckle from the nurses at the desk. She didn't mean it as sarcasm but oh well...

"So you're not curious at all?" Ava asked and Clara shook her head no .

"I hope the poor man recovers though

"Oh, he will," Ava said.

"With all that money, he'll probably be back in a boardroom by next week. Anyway, Dr. Lewis was looking for you. Something about your test results from last week."

"Thanks," Clara said, already turning to go.

."Oh Clara, great! Just the girl I've been looking for. I've been here for two days straight, rich people and their drama. So there's this patient, I'm sure Ava has already informed you.." Grace said knowingly and they both chuckled. "The thing is, I need to go home before Derek divorces me for loving work more than him and the kids" she air quoted.

"Grace you know I'll gladly take your shift but I heard this is classified or something like that, I mean won't there be any issues?" Clara asked. She liked to mind her business, like really... really mind her business.

"Nonsense, you're one of the most low-key people I've ever met, I guess being introverted paid off. Dr. Lewis is on the case, that man trusts you with his life, he's signed off already. So no biggie. Be good.

"I left the recent vitals report on my desk, grab them before you go, yeah?".

As if the weight of her mock exams results was not weighing on her, she had to be working with Dr. Lewis on such a case? She wondered as she went to get the vitals reports.

As Clara made her way down the corridor, the weight in her chest grew unexpectedly heavy.

"Clara you can do this!" She encouraged herself.

Meanwhile in room 321 Dr. Lewis tried to explained the situation to Adrian upon his parents request hoping it will make him remember.

"Traumatic brain injury, temporary amnesia, nothing definitive yet. Adrian listened as Dr. Lewis explained, but every word sounded like it was happening to someone else.

Names. Dates. Family. His company. Nothing sparked recognition.

Then the door creaked open again.

Clara's gaze flickered to the patient. Her breath caught in her throat.

No. It couldn't be.

Her fingers tightened around the clipboard as she stared, every heartbeat echoing in her ears. His face - older now, sharper, but unmistakable. The same face that once haunted her dreams and broke her heart.

Adrian Cole.

She nearly stumbled backward, her entire body freezing in shock.

"Clara, you're right on time.

"Could you hand me the patient report?"

Her voice was barely steady. "Of course, Doctor."

"Clara?" Adrian said as soon as his gaze fell on her.

The sound of her name hit her like lightning. Every head in the room turned - Dr. Lewis, Mr. and Mrs. Cole, all staring in disbelief.

Clara's pen slipped from her fingers.

"Do you... know her?" Evelyn Cole asked softly.

Adrian's brow furrowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Clara Hayes."

The way he said it - like a memory trying to claw its way out - made her heart twist.

She swallowed hard, forcing her professional mask back on. "I think there's been a mistake, Mr. Cole. I've never met you before."

But inside, her heart was shattering.

Because she had.

Years ago.

. "No. I've seen you before. I'm sure of it." Adrian said both certain and confused.

"Mr. Cole," she said gently but professionally, "you've been through a traumatic event. Memories can get mixed up. It's completely normal."

Evelyn looked between them, something dawning in her expression - a flicker of hope she could barely contain. "Dr. Lewis," she said softly, "may we speak privately?"

Ten minutes later, Clara was called into Dr. Lewis's office. She stood near the door, arms crossed, jaw set - the kind of posture that told anyone paying attention she was two seconds from refusing whatever this was about.

Dr. Lewis folded his hands on the desk. Across from him sat Mr. and Mrs. Cole, their elegance dimmed by worry.

"Miss Hayes," Dr. Lewis began evenly, "this is about our patient - Mr. Adrian Cole."

Clara nodded, cautious.

"His case is... unique," he continued. "He hasn't recognized anyone. Not his family, not his friends. But when you walked into that room he seemed sure of who you are, I mean he mentioned your name... in full."

Evelyn leaned forward, voice trembling. "Please, Miss Hayes. You saw how he reacted. He said your name."

"That doesn't mean anything," Clara replied quickly. "Patients confuse names all the time. He probably heard it somewhere."

"But what if he didn't?" Evelyn pressed. "What if you're the only person who can help him remember?"

Clara's jaw tightened. "Mrs. Cole, with all due respect, I'm a nurse - not a miracle worker. And certainly not a psychologist. I can't promise you something I don't understand."

Richard, who had been silent until then, spoke up. His voice carried quiet command. "We're not asking for promises. Just... your presence. Dr. Lewis mentioned emotional familiarity can aid recovery. We'd like to hire you privately. Stay with him as his nurse until he's stable."

Clara blinked, taken aback. "Stay with him?"

Dr. Lewis nodded gently. "Temporarily. I understand your hesitation, but medically speaking, it could be beneficial. You'd have full support and oversight."

"I-no," she said after a pause, shaking her head. "I can't do that. He's not my patient. It wouldn't be appropriate."

"Clara," Dr. Lewis said softly, "sometimes the right thing doesn't fit neatly into a job description. You'd be doing him - and his recovery - a great service."

Evelyn's voice quivered. "Please. He's my only child. He looked at you like he knew you. If there's even a chance you can help him, I'm begging you to try."

Clara hesitated. Her stubbornness faltered as she looked into Evelyn Cole's tearful eyes. There was something raw and human there - a mother desperate not to lose her son twice.

And though every instinct in her screamed walk away, something in her heart whispered stay.

Finally, she exhaled. "Fine," she said quietly. "I'll take the assignment."

Evelyn's relief was immediate. "Thank you," she whispered, squeezing Clara's hand.

Clara managed a small, polite smile. "Just until he stabilizes," she said.

"Of course," Evelyn agreed.

But as Clara left the office, her heart was heavy. She knew the name Adrian Cole too well - the boy who once made her believe in forever, only to crush her under the weight of a cruel bet.

Now fate had set their paths crossing again - not as teenagers, but as strangers bound by a secret only she remembered.

And somewhere down the hall, in a room filled with white noise and fractured memories, Adrian whispered her name again - soft, uncertain, like an echo searching for its source.

"Clara."