Jules woke up very confused. The process was much harder than usual. Everything seemed muffled and muted for several seconds. Once things cleared, several aspects became very apparent. She wasn't in her room. She wasn't even in her house. She had various things taped to her face and arms and shoved up her nose. Her whole body ached, and she was more than slightly uncomfortable.

"What the hell?" She tried to sit up, but it felt like she hadn't moved in the longest time. It sort of smelled like old people.

"Oh thank God!" Jules head shifted to her left to see where the sudden voice came from. An unknown, pathetic man was crying and clinging onto her arm. "Jules," he cried.

He lifted his head and kissed the back of her hand. Though initially creeped out, Jules couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Behind his glasses were blue eyes strained red. There were dark heavy circles under them from habitual lack of sleep. His grip was soft but slightly desperate. His blond hair was matted and frayed. She wasn't quite sure how to shake him off.

"Wh-what…"

"I know you must be confused." The man wiped at his face and nose with the sleeve of his shirt. "You were in an accident coming home from work and have been a-asleep for a long time. Just ask me anything you like, honey. I'm here for you."

"Who the hell are you?"

He surprisingly hadn't been expecting that question. His joy and relief was quickly replaced by shock and hurt.

"I'm Matthew," he proceeded gently. "Y-your husband. Don't you recognize me?" His voice broke mid-sentence.

Jules feared the worst. She concluded that it was true enough that she was in a hospital. She must have been in an accident, and this man was some sort of mental patient. She prayed a doctor or nurse would come in quickly to relieve her of this awkwardness.

Much to her satisfaction, a doctor in a white lab coat came running in then. He smiled, though slightly out of breath. "I must say, it's good to finally see you awake, Mrs. Williams."

What relief she found was suddenly gone. Jules started to panic. She felt like she was in a bad episode of The Twilight Zone. "There must be some mistake. I'm not Mrs. Williams. My name is Julia Bielshmidt. I'm 24 years old. I couldn't have gotten in an accident coming home from work because I'm unemployed, and I've never been married in my entire life. Not even close." She tried not to think about how her self-description made it sound like she was a loser.

Matthew looked like someone had stabbed him while the doctor simply frowned. He flipped through the papers on his keyboard. "Maiden name: Bielshmidt. Your date of birth is January 18th, 1990, correct?"

Jules nodded slowly. Reality for her was sinking in slowly.

"Two and a half weeks ago, you were in a car wreck, Mrs… uh, Julia."

"Jules," she corrected mindlessly. Her mind was still trying to comprehend what happened.

"You've been in a coma, but we've taken several scans to monitor the state of your brain activity. It appears that you have suffered from post-traumatic amnesia…"

"Doctor, she's lost nearly two years…" Matthew choked on his words.

"Please, Mr. Williams. The damage to her head has healed considerably. There's a possibility she may still get her memories back. It's amazing that she was able to be responsive and recall her past this quickly. I'm going to get her booked for those tests, and then I'll be right back."

"Wait!" Matthew pleaded, but it was too late. He sighed and slumped over in his chair at Jules' side.

Jules understood a little bit more, but the awkwardness remained. If she really had lost her memories, there was a possibility that she was also married to that guy. Two missing years meant that she was twenty-six now. It was all still pretty unbelievable. She was pretty much stuck in the room at this point, so she might as well try to get along with her estranged, apparent husband.

"I can still ask you anything, right?" Jules said hesitantly. Matthew still looked quite a bit messed up.

"Right, sorry." Matthew tried to compose himself. "I forget how hard this must be for you."

"Are we really married?" Jules asked. She couldn't really think of herself as married to someone she didn't even know.

"Uh, yeah. We've been married for almost a year," Matthew told her.

There was a certain sadness in his voice. He seemed to think back at a memory Jules had no recollection of.

"So we've…gone on a honeymoon and…" Jules couldn't really bring herself to say it. "And filed joint taxes?"

Matthew paused before he answered, not quite sure what she was asking. "Yeah, and…other things married people do."

"Hmmm." Jules eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, not really wanting to meet his. She noticed something with her left hand. It was bare just like she always remembered. "Hold up, if we're married, how come I don't have a ring?" Jules had the greatest sense of dread that she had married a cheapskate.

"Oh, sorry about that." Matthew looked embarrassed even just being implied stingy. "Some of the medicine they gave you made your fingers swell, so I took your wedding ring back home for safe keeping."

Jules supposed that made sense, though rather convenient for messing with her head.

"I could go back and get it if you want," Matthew said quickly. It looked like he liked that idea quite a bit.

"Nah, I'm okay," Jules said, much to Matthew's disappointment. "By the way, where's my family?"

"Well, your brother usually only makes it on weekends. His schedule is pretty packed. Do you want me to call him?" Matthew offered.

It eased Jules' mind that her mysterious spouse at least knew she had a brother. "Yeah! Get him on the phone!"

Matthew pulled out a cell phone from his pocket. Jules noted that he only pressed one button before hitting send, meaning her favorite sibling was on her husband's speed dial. When Matthew held up the phone to his ear, Jules motioned for him to give it to her.

Matthew obeyed without another thought. Jules was in time to hear one more ring before her brother picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Yo! Guess who just woke up!" Jules said excitedly.

Jules was met by silence. It made her concerned. She figured her relationship with her brother couldn't have changed that much in two years. "West?" she tried again.

"JULIA, YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" her brother shouted back. That was the response she was expecting. "I'm heading over to the hospital right now."

"Why? For the heart attack?" she teased.

"For you, numbskull. I won't be able to get there for another hour."

"Okay. I'll be waiting." She hung up and thought of another idea. "Ooh, should I call my parents, too?" She was just waiting to surprise more people.

Matthew had a strange, reluctant look on his face. "I…tried to call them to let them know that you… But they were on a tour of Europe."

"Pfff, figures," Jules scoffed bitterly. It wasn't unusual for her parents not to be present. She handed Matthew's phone back to him. "So, what's the deal with you and me?"

"Deal?" Matthew questioned.

"How did we meet?" Jules asked again.

"Oh, um, we met on a blind date…" Matthew answered vaguely. Too vaguely.

Jules narrowed her eyes. "Who set us up?"

She knew Matthew had been holding back. "An Internet dating site."

Jules rolled her head back and laughed. "Ha! I knew it!"

"Did you remember something?" Matthew asked hopefully.

The thing that Jules remembered was that she had decided long ago she wouldn't join an Internet dating site unless she was desperate. She figured she must have reached that point. "No, it's just that it makes sense. I mean, you seem nice and all, but you aren't exactly the type of guy I would usually pick out."

The mood dropped like a ton of bricks skydiving from an airplane. Jules' doctor walked in then, reading a file rather than the atmosphere.

"Alright, Jules, I'm here to take you to your CAT scan…ooh, did I come at a bad time?"

"Nope. Take me away, doc." Jules tried to sit up again but still failed.

The doctor and a team of nurses unplugged Jules from several tubes and whisked her out of the room. Jules thought as she was pushed away that she certainly had woken up to an adventure. She had to wonder what this would actually mean to her life. A husband and two forgotten years all on the same day.

When Jules was rolled back to her room, there was one more person there than when she left.

"West!" she cheered. She displayed her newfound ability to sit up on her own.

Westley Bielschmidt and Matthew had been holding a rather serious conversation until Jules was put back in the hospital room. A small smile broke through Westley's tough exterior when he saw his sister.

"Hey there, Jules," he greeted his sister.

"Welcome back, Jules," Matthew said in a much smaller voice.

"Everything looks normal," the doctor told Jules' visitors. "She is almost good to go."

"What about her memory?" Matthew asked.

"It's hard to say if or when she'll get her memory back. If it's anything like her brain recovery, it should be back in no time. We'd just like to keep her here a couple more days to monitor some more, and then, she'll be ready for release."

"Thank you, doctor," Westley said straight away.

"Thank you, doctor," Matthew seemed to echo.

"Thanks, doc!" Jules tagged on as her doctor left.

"Matthew, you should go home and get some sleep. You've had a long day," Westley said suddenly. "I can take care of Jules from here."

"I don't know… Are you sure? Hon- Jules, do you need anything?"

"I'm good to go! Westley here can handle anything," Jules bragged.

"Right, okay," Matthew said with tired melancholy. Without thinking, he leaned down to kiss Jules' cheek. When he was a centimeter away from her skin, he realized his mistake.

"Sorry, sorry," he stammered and stood straight up. "I love you!" he called awkwardly as he ran out of the room.

Jules was shocked. It wasn't very often that someone told her that they loved her. She could barely pry the words out of her family. She wasn't quite sure what to do.

Her brother apparently knew and proceeded to flick his sister on the head.

"Ow! What was that for? I'm on a hospital bed for goodness sakes, West!" she exclaimed.

"Were you mean to him?" he scolded.

"No! I mean, I just…"

"Oh really? From what I heard, you practically told your husband that he's not your type."

"Give me a break, I don't even know the guy! You know how bad I am at meeting new people. Besides, coming from me, that's a compliment." Jules didn't know how to deal with the fact that her husband had tattled on her.

"Jules." Westley pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you even stop to think about what Matthew's going through? He's been by your side at basically every waking hour for two and a half weeks just hoping that his wife would open her eyes. You were on the verge of death, Jules. And when you wake up, he finds out you've forgotten everything about him."

"I feel sorry for him, but it's not like I can help forgetting my memories. What did you expect me to do? Hop into his pants because I woke up to him crying at my bedside?"

"I just want you to give him a chance, Jules. He's probably the most perfect person for you, and you're throwing him away," Westley insisted

Jules crossed her arms. "I'm not throwing him away. I mean…we've done taxes together and everything…"

"Just…be a little nicer next time. A lot can change in two years," Westley reminded her.

"You're telling me," she muttered. "So, what's new with you? You've graduated from college, right? Mom and Dad must be proud," Jules chatted.

There was a weird silence. "We… I don't really talk to them anymore."

The air was stagnant. Jules hadn't been expecting this outcome. Westley had always been her parents' favorite kid. She didn't know what could have happened, but she figured that it wasn't the time to delve into details.

"You should go to sleep," Westley said.

"I wake up, and you're already telling me to go back to sleep, huh?"Jules settled into the sheets. "I see how it is…"

Her brother smirked. "Just as long as you wake up again."