Martin and Lieutenant Anderson escorted themselves to the ground floor. It was around noon, and the hospital was still busy and bustling, not suited for sharing such important information between the two men.

- Wouldn't it be easier to go to the police station? – asked the detective.

- I would like to stay in the hospital, I want to be close to my girlfriend if she needs me. There's a dining area, next to the buffet I pay a coffee for you, lieutenant.

The detective accepts the offer and minutes later, Martin brought two black coffee at an empty table they will going to share in the corner. Silent, and nobody is there, only the television on the wall gives some noise. Detective Anderson asked for the young man's ID card, just in case.

- Look, son, your prosecution is very serious. Are you really sure that the accident happened on purpose? – he asked seriously.

- I am. – answered Martin with no hesitation. - Yesterday was certainly not an accident, someone wanted to kill her.

Martin's expression is stressful as he thinks back to that fateful spring afternoon. He's clenching his fingers around his black painted nails. He wants to appear calm but his worry is much more visible than he thinks. The detective sips from his coffee and ready to talk with him again.

- Just tell me what happened. It would be easier. Are there any more eyewitnesses?

- No, I'm the only one – Martin swallowed, gathering his thoughts. – It was around 3 p.m. Tea's classes ended, so she was walking back to the dormitories, located only a few streets away. She always leaves campus at the back entrance, because it's not that crowded. I wanted to talk to her, that was another attempt after a million ended in failure. She was angry at me of course as I was running towards her. She was shouting at me while she crossed the road... - Martin stays silent for a moment, letting out a troubled sigh before he continues. - I still tried to approach her but then I heard the sound of a loud, old engine. And in that moment, a rusty, orange truck hit her with such speed she ended up on the windscreen and rolled to the top, then fell on the asphalt with her head and shoulder. When I arrived to her, the driver turned around and left. No license plate, they wore a beanie, a hoodie and sunglasses so I couldn't identify them.

Lieutenant Anderson listened to him patiently, writing every little detail in his notes. He frowns for a second.

- That's rough, buddy. If you told me the truth, then it was really a murder attempt. Is there anyone who hated her? Any enemies?

- No... - Martin shakes his head. – She doesn't have so many friends, but she gets on well with her room mates, and even with my circle of friends too. I can't imagine if someone ever hated her...

The way Martin sees her once girlfriend might be a little bit biased. Maybe he's actually wrong, but he's not aware of it. His heart is hurt and broken but it's completely understandable.

- Why was she angry at you?

Another question that makes the young blonde's stomach to twist. There's a huge disgust on his face as he thinks back. Not for the man before him, not for his love, but towards himself. He did many unacceptable things in the recent months. He doesn't know if he should answer, even the memory of it angers him so much.

- Because I... liked to drink in the past – it finally came out. - I never hurt her, but she couldn't tolerate that vicious circle of partying, being drunk then hangovered and going to a party and drink again.

That's the truth. There was little to no sober hours in his life at university. Lieutenant Anderson lets out a disappointed sigh.

- Oh, son, you fucked up your own relationship.

- I know. But I changed... - there is a glow of innocence in his green eyes, he's telling the truth. - I have never drunk a single drop of alcohol since our breakup, and I pay more attention to my studies. I wanted to make up everything with her, to find a solution but she rejected me every single time. Maybe this is my redemption for everything I have done.

Martin holds his forehead in his palms, massaging it, just to erase the painful memories. He consider this accident a way to atone for his sins.

- Okay, son, but this is not a therapy session. Tell me more about the victim's condition.

- Several bruises, broken ribs, some cracked bones here and there and memory loss. I hope the latter is only temporary, at least that's what the doctor said.

- Anything to add? – asked the detective while writing everything down.

- She's fragile mentally. Traumatised because of her lost memories. But she started to get calmer around me, starting to trust me until you showed up.

- Well, my job is to catch the driver, the rest is yours. Thank you, son, but I must go. I can guarantee that if we found the perpetrator, they will get sentenced for a lifetime, based on the damage and if they acted on purpose. Take care...

The detective pats Martin's shoulder and leaves silently. He's alone now and takes his first sip coffee. The young man takes out his purse again, hoping he will find something to eat. After he bought some sandwiches and a chocolate bar, he travels to the traumatology again, but instead of going to his once girlfriend's room, he walks towards the conversational area. Quiet and empty, but dead would be a more suitable word for it. He sits down with his phone in his hand and dials his best friend, Andy's number. He waits for a few seconds with a tired, sour expression.

- Hello there, Mart. Is anything alright?

- Kinda. I just wanted to thank you for sending the detective here for me. You know that I don't like to talk to this... official kind of persons.

- I know. When you two will come back to uni?

- I have no idea. Hopefully 2-3 days.

There's some moment of silence, until Andy starts speaking again.

- You sound worried, Mart. The operation was successful right?

- Yes, it was but... she can't remember anything – he says, his words soaked in sorrow. - Her only memory is when we were at the exhibition in London. And my name.

- What did the doctors say? – asked Andy calmly.

- Something like her frontal lobe is damaged with short-term memory loss – he goes silent again, taking enough power to say the most painful thing that bothers him. - And she has a high chance of having Retrograde Amnesia. She was frightened when she saw the detective, so I don't know if she can start trusting me again.

- God, Mart, I'm sorry...

- I know... I get myself together and try to explain some things to her. Thank you for your help again. I call you up sometime – his words are a little bit hollow.

- Take care, okay? You have to be strong now – Andy encouraged him. - I'll text you in the evening, don't bother yourself with calling.

- Alright... See you then – Martin said goodbye quietly, he almost mumbled his words. He glanced on the paper bag, filled with tasty goodies. That's the moment you have to be brave, he thought. But he never really was a daredevil kind of guy. He must explain everything...

Dr. Banks escorted me back to my room to calm me down. My reaction was so unusual, he was just an officer, right? He wanted to ask some question from Martin, regarding to my accident. I hate it... truly. All those secrets locked away from me, nobody wants to tell me what happened yesterday for my own sake. But they just make the situation worse...

The doctor left me alone here, my white sterile room I saw first. Do I have my own room? How is it looks like? What I have in there? I don't even know which town or country I'm in. Oh wait... Martin said London. He... He takes so long, what is he up to? I just know his name, nothing else, right? Maybe he lied to me. But then why is he the only one who's here by my side? Where are my parents? My family? They don't care about me?

I'm sitting at the edge of my bed, gazing at those ugly, purple and blue bruises on my arm. God, I'm so miserable... I can hear steps, someone stands right at my door and comes in hesitantly. I lift my gaze up, Martin is back, but I stay silent, even though I'm somehow relieved that he's here. He stares at me with a worried expression, like he knows that I'm angry at him.

- I brought you something to eat... Some sandwiches, and chocolate with peanuts, your favourite – he said in a timid voice.

I turn my head back and don't answer. I'm giving him silent treatment now. But he doesn't give up that easily.

- Look, Tea... I... I know that you're angry at me, but trust me, I had a good reason that the detective was here.

- Remember what he said? – I raise my voice. - First degree murder attempt! Someone wanted to kill me Martin and you kept it as a secret!

- Of course I won't bother you with it after waking up from a major operation...

- You should have! I have every valid reason to know it!

- I did... for your sake...

It's unbelievable how calm he is despite my anger. But that's just fuels my rage more.

- Stop saying it, it makes me sick! You know nothing what's good for me – I shout while standing up with the pure intention to hit him in the face.

But I stumble. I standed up so hasty my body couldn't even react to my storming emotions. My limbs are still hurt and have no strength. My head and vision is dizzy and I'm ready to fall to the ground, like if my soul has left my body. But I end up in Martin's arms again, helping me to stand on my feet again.

- I'm sorry... I just wanted to protect you from the harsh truth

- Please don't. I don't care what the doctor said I want you to be honest with me - I rest my head against his shoulder while the numbness in my legs goes away. The dizziness took away my anger too. - Sorry that I wanted to hurt you, I honestly don't know what's wrong with me.

Martin just shakes his head ensuring that my behaviour is understandable. The accident took everything from me, even my sense of self. I'm lost, I don't know what would I do without his presence. Martin's hands travel to my waist, hugging me tightly.

- You have been away for a long time, it frightened me... - I mumble with a cracked voice.

- Don't worry I won't go anywhere - he answers but somehow, I can feel happiness behind his words. I lift my head up, gazing into his glowing, green eyes.

- Tell me something. About me, about you or about yesterday just don't leave me in this hopelessness. Promise me...

A soft smile appears on his face while he comes closer and kisses the scar on my forehead.

- I promise...