First of all, sorry for the break. I've had an insane month and I didn't have time to write. Second of all, I've had a few reviews about the grammar or other word mistakes in the chapters and I apologize.. I usually finish the chapters at night when I feel the most inspired (but also tired) so I make mistakes. Anyway, sorry for those, mistakes happen, you don't need to tell me where I got wrong :D this chapter is a bit slower? Or you know what I mean. I was planning on adding the other part to this but I felt like it beguns a new thing in the story so I decided to cut it here. Again, I wrote this pretty late and you seriously don't have to tell me if/when there's mistakes, I'm sorry (and ashamed..).

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First thing he felt was the sharp smell of disinfectant. The strong scent floated through his nostrips and made him nauseas. This was a number one thing he hated about the hospitals. That awful smell everywhere.

Despiting the discomfort, Nate fluttered his eyelids open with a big effort. He felt foggy and the room was spinning around. He frowned and moved his right hand in front of his face, covering his eyes from the bright hospital lights. Lights, definitely a number two. Once his eyes got used to the new lightning, he moved his gaze to his side and recognized the woman sitting by his bed, reading some kind of Magazine. His wife.

Where was he? More importantly, why was his wife in this strange place?

She didn't seem to notice his movements yet, so he decided to take advantage of the situation and scanned the room again. It was hard to focus on a one spot more than three seconds which made the task more difficult. He tried to focus his eyes on a small black bow on the wall. It had some tiny buttons on the right and a screen in the middle. A television playing some Friends rerun.

Nate frowned and slowly shifted in his bed, not wanting her noticing just yeat. He wanted to come clear of his surroundings first. It was confusing.

Then it hit him like a truck. He was in a hospital.

She moved in her chair which made Nate think she had noticed him. He decided to greet her.

"H…"

Nate was startled about the weak effort of speaking. Did that really come out of his mouth? He grunted in pain with his eyes closed as he lifted himself but exhaled and gave up after a second. He didn't have the strenght. Fortunately, she had noticed the sudden movements and dropped the magazine immediately. She brought both of her hands to his face.

"Nate? Oh my god, Nate!" She managed to whisper more to herself, trying to feel her husband, was he really there this time. She carefully ran her fingers through his dirty hair and smiled as she saw his eyes open again. Her smile fell quickly when she saw his eyes unfocused, panicked and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Nate, what hurts? Can you talk to me? Please? Nate!" She asked in a panic. "Are you having another panic attack?"

Nate began to open and close his mouth, attempting to talk, but his wife had already ran to the hall, screaming for help. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing, hoping that the sudden pain would go away. He didn't mean to scare her like that.

"I don't know what's wrong with him!" she cried to a male doctor who ran towards her from the hall.

"What happened?"

"I don't know!" she repeated, "he woke up and then he started to panic, is this another panic attack? Is he in pain?" She continued walking beside the doctor as they entered Nate's room. She immediately ran back to his bed and started stroking his head. The doctor stepped in, pulling her away from the bed.

"What are you-"

"Just let me look at him" He reasoned and moved her beside him before getting back to Nate's bedside. He placed his hands on Nate's shoulders and tried to hold him in place.

"Nathan? I'm Doctor Stevens, I need you to stay still for me, okay?" Dr. Stevens mouthed clearly and reached for his pen light from his front pocket. He held Nate down with his elbow and checked his pupils. The doctor half ran to the other side of Nate's bed, examined his vitals and quickly worte them down on his chart.

She was back at Nate's side fully crying, whispering comforting things to his ear. She wasn't even sure if it was understandable since her voice was more like a choked cry.

"Nathan, I'm going to add more morphine to your I.V" Nate heard the doctor saying. He tried deep breaths, but every time exhaling, he felt the same sharp pain to sting at his abdomen. He felt her hand in his own, squeezing it gently. He had his eyes closed tightly and he felt his heart break from the weak cries his wife made next to him. He wanted to make things better for her, not worse.

"It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay" she kept whispering. She placed her head on top of their hands.

Soon Nate felt the worst pain fading further away and it made easier to him to relax a bit. He took a deep breath. And another.

"That's right, slow deep breaths", Dr. Stevens praised, patting him on the shoulder. Nate took a few more before slowly opening his eyes, which were met with her swollen, red ones. He swallowed thickly and squeezed her hand, which brought a small smile to her face.

"Nate?"

"Hi", Nate whispered

"Hi", She bit her lower lip trying to control it from shaking, wide smile on her face. "Oh god, hi"

He didn't have time reply until she had leaned closer to his face and pressed her lips gently on his. It was slow and gentle, he closed his eyes as felt her mouth open just enough for him to push his tongue past her soft lips. Nate moved his hand to the back of her neck and placed one more gentle kiss before swiping a single strand of hair behing her ear. She sit back on her chair, never letting go of his hand.

"Okay", Dr. Stevens smiled. "Now if you could answer a few questions, we could continue talking about your recovery"

Nate moved his gaze from his beautiful wife to the doctor and nodded sighing. "Okay"

"Thanks" he nodded and opened his chart. "Can you tell me your name? Do you know where you are?"

Nate sighed throwing his head back. "Nathan Drake, I'm most likely in a hospital"

"What's her name?", Dr. Stevens asked nodding to her direction.

That's when Nate's face freezed. He knew her. He knew she was his wife. They were married. They were having a baby. He loved her. He knew her name. "Uhh.."

"Nate?" She asked worriedly, "You know my name".

Nate's mind was blank. Her comment was more of a fact than a question but anything didn't come up. He knew her.

"I know you", he heard himself saying. He moved his gaze from the doctor to her, if her face would knock something into it's place in his head. "I… I know you" he repeated more to himself this time.

"You don't remember her name?" the doctor asked curiously writing something down on the chart.

"I do" Nate chuckled nervously and shot a glare to him, "She's my wife"

Dr. Stevens looked back up from the chart and frowned. "But I asked what's her name"

"It's… uh.."

"Nate" she squeezed his hand tightly, "what's my name?"

Nathan moved his gaze slowly back to her, afraid to see the look on her face. "I.."

"Maybe we should take a break" Dr. Stevens suggested closing the chart and dropping it on the desk, "Okay?"

"No! You know my name!" She quickly stepped up, letting go of his hand, "What's my name, Nate? What else you don't remember?"

Nate winced and dropped his gaze to his own hands, which were now gently ripping the edge of the blanket, "I think I want a break" he quietly muttered.

A few days later Nate was sitting on his bed, sketching something into his journal which Elena had brought to him from home. There wasn't much to do in the hospital. There probably wasn't much to do in hospitals in general, he thought. So sketching was his one hobby he hadn't already got tired of. He had pretty much read all the interenting magazines from the lobby already, if you can say 'interesting' about any of the hospital's magazines. They were like three years old each.

Once Sully and Sam heard that Nate had woke up, they had wanted to visit every day. They had brought flowers, and most importantly, some decent food to him. Not that he wouldn't enjoy the company, he loved those two son-of-a-bitches, but he had cut all the visits short. Nate was uncomfortable with the idea of not knowing. He avoided conversations with them. He didn't like the pity.

Most importantly, he avoided Elena. He felt so guilty about the other day, and he didn't want that scenario to repeat with anything else. He couldn't forget the look on her face that day. Elena had tried to be there for him the best she could, but Nate stayed absent. He knew it wasn't fair for her. He knew she had been patient when he was in the coma. He knew she needed support on her own more than ever. Still, he couldn't do it. Dr. Stevens had brought in some hospital psychologist earlier that day, but Nate had immediately sent her away. He didn't need a psychologist.

He needed Elena.

Now that she was gone, Nate saw that. He missed her more than anything most of the time, but every time when she was on her way to visit, he made up an excuse. A CT scan, a psychologist's appointment, sleeping. The list was long. Nate had remembered Elena's name two days ago. They were't telling him anything what he couldn't remember. They wanted to see if he would remember on his own first. It annoyed him.

Nate slammed his book closed and swiped a hand over his face. "What am I doing..", he muttered shaking his head and grabbing his phone from the table. He dialed Elena's number.

"Come on… Pick up, pick up.." he muttered biting his lip.

"Elena Fisher"

Nate's heart bursted with joy when he heard her voice from the phone. "Hey, it's me"

"Nate? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.." he reassured her scratching his head, "Just, you know, I miss you". Nate bit his lip again when he didn't hear her answer. "You there?"

"Yeah" he heard her sniff, "I'm here, Nate"

"You... You wanna come over for a while?" Nate asked hopefully.

"You want me there?"

That sentence broke him. She thought he didn't want her anymore. "Elena.. Nothing is changed. I love y-"

"Nate, someone's here!" he heard suddenly panicky whisper from the other line. His heart dropped to his stomach.

"What, who?"

"I don't know, he's… he's got a gun, oh god.."

"Elena"
"Please don't!"

"Elena!"

"No, no, please! I-"

Nate stared at his phone in disbelief. His hand was shaking and he accidentally dropped the phone. Nate didn't think a second before pulling the IV out of his hand and standing up staggering. He took a deep breath when the room started spinning. Good thing he was still on the meds. He quickly dressed a bit more comfortably than a hospital robe and left his room

Okay, I think it's good to cut here since it's almost 2k words at this oops! Maybe this is my apology for being away for so long. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and please review so I get inspiration to write more!