95 Six months

Reluctantly, Vladimir stepped into the room, grappling with the weight of the doctor's words. He found Linda seated on the hospital bed, her expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Linda?" Vladimir called out, his voice tinged with apprehension. Her head turned in his direction, meeting his gaze with a faint smile playing on her lips. "Are you Marcel?" she inquired, her tone laced with warmth. Vladimir's heart sank at the question. Could it be true? Had Linda truly fallen victim to amnesia? And if so, why did she remember Marcel, yet his own presence seemed to elude her head? A wave of uncertainty washed over Vladimir as he struggled to make sense of the situation. Questions swirled in his mind, each one more baffling than the last. How could he bridge the gap between the Linda he knew and the one sitting before him? Linda regarded Vladimir with a clear gaze before shaking her head in apparent disbelief. "You're not Marcel. Where is he?" she queried, her voice ting