I Woke Up Holding My Nurse’s Hand… Then She Whispered, “You Still Don’t Remember Me?”
Chapter 6
That night, Daniel’s apartment was searched.
Nothing was stolen.
At first.
Then Daniel realized something was missing.
His notebook.
The one he had kept in the hospital.
The notebook containing every detail he had remembered since waking.
He called Emily.
“Someone took it.”
She immediately understood.
“Greg?”
“I don’t know.”
“Daniel, you need to leave.”
“Why?”
“Because if Greg knows you’re remembering—”
A noise came from the hallway.
Daniel stopped talking.
Someone was outside.
He looked through the peephole.
Nobody.
Then his phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
You should have stayed forgotten.
Daniel’s blood went cold.
Emily heard his silence.
“What happened?”
“I got a message.”
“What did it say?”
Daniel told her.
Emily whispered:
“Call the police.”
He did.
Within twenty minutes, officers arrived.
They found no one.
But the message had been sent through an encrypted service.
Daniel barely slept.
The next morning, his doctor told him his memory might return gradually.
“Don’t force it.”
Daniel nodded.
But he couldn’t stop.
He wanted answers.
He needed to know what happened the night of the accident.
Emily helped him reconstruct the timeline.
The night before the crash, Daniel had met Rachel.
He had taken a USB drive from the office.
He had called Emily.
Then he had driven toward the old railway bridge.
Why?
Neither knew.
Daniel searched his phone records.
One number appeared repeatedly.
A private investigator.
Daniel called.
An elderly man answered.
“Daniel?”
“Yes.”
“You survived.”
Daniel froze.
“You knew I was alive?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to call.”
“Why?”
“Because you hired me.”
Daniel sat down.
“When?”
“Three months before your accident.”
“What were you investigating?”
The investigator hesitated.
“Greg Walker.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“What did you find?”
“Money transfers.”
“How much?”
“About $12 million.”
Daniel’s heart stopped.
Twelve million.
The exact amount of money Greg could have stolen from their company.
“Where is the evidence?”
“I gave it to you.”
“When?”
“The night before your accident.”
Daniel remembered the black folder.
The USB.
The parking garage.
Then another memory exploded into his mind.
He was sitting in his car.
Greg stood outside.
Greg was shouting.
“You don’t understand what you’re doing.”
Daniel had locked the doors.
Greg hit the window.
Then another vehicle appeared.
Daniel drove away.
Rain.
Headlights.
A truck.
Impact.
Daniel opened his eyes.
He was shaking.
Emily held his shoulders.
“You remembered.”
Daniel nodded.
“Greg was there.”
“What happened?”
“He was trying to stop me.”
“From doing what?”
“Taking the evidence.”
Daniel looked at Emily.
“Where is the USB?”
She stared at him.
“You don’t know?”
“No.”
Then the private investigator called again.
“Daniel?”
“Yes?”
“I forgot something.”
“What?”
“You didn’t leave the USB with me.”
“Where is it?”
The investigator paused.
“You gave it to someone you trusted.”
Daniel looked at Emily.
And suddenly, he remembered.
He had placed the USB in a hospital locker.
The same hospital where he was lying now.
