Jules looked out the window of her hospital room. The sun had come up enough to shine onto her bed. The feeling she experienced wasn't exactly cabin fever. On any normal occasion, she'd still be lazing around inside. She just wanted to go home. Only, she wasn't quite sure where that was anymore.

She tried to think of the decision rationally, but there was one thing weighing on her mind. She was incredibly bored. She didn't recognize any of the shows on TV, and she had missed two years of the shows she did know. Everything felt like a giant spoiler.

"Good morning, Jules! How are you doing?" A nurse with golden hair tied back into a bun walked into the room. Her scrubs were a bright shade of pink.

"Fine, I guess," I answered. She was as fine as any other person stuck in a hospital with absolutely nothing to do. "I'm really bored, and no one here calls me by my real name. Except you for some reason."

"I'd like to think I've gotten to know you a little since you've been here," she said with a smile. "The doctors say you've been doing well in physical therapy."

"Yeah..." Jules allowed. She wasn't progressing as much as she'd like. She wanted to get out of bed, but the doctors and other medical personnel insisted that she rest. She didn't see the point. She had been resting for far too long.

"And your husband should be here any minute now! That's something to look forward to!"

In actuality, that was something that Jules was not looking forward to: meeting her estranged husband Matthew again. Honestly, the nurse looked more excited.

"I don't know about that," Jules muttered. "He might not come."

"Of course he will! Mr. Williams shows up everyday to talk to you," the nurse explained. "You're very lucky."

"Lucky?" Jules definition of lucky wasn't exactly falling asleep for two and a half weeks and losing two years.

"I don't think there's anyone in the hospital who's had more loyal visitors," the nurse said.

That seemed like a funny statement to Jules. From what she remembered, no one really ever visited her before her coma.

"Plus, it's also not so bad that he's so attractive," the nurse insinuated.

Jules raised an eyebrow. "You think my husband's attractive?"

"Oh... I am so sorry." The nurse covered her mouth and backed away slightly. "If I said anything inappropriate..."

"No, it's fine. It's just...really weird to me," Jules said. Her impression of him the day before really wasn't attractive at all.

There was a knock at the door. A man with soft, wavy, honey-blond hair peeked in. He wore a button up blue shirt that went well with his eyes. "Good morning. Is it alright if I come in?" he asked.

"Good morning, Mr. Williams! Of course you can," the nurse said for Jules. She wore a bright smile.

Jules was a little irritated, but as she got a better look at her visitor, she realized this was the same guy who was supposed to be her husband. She had hardly recognized him when he wasn't crying and looking like a complete mess.

He looked all dressed up and was carrying a bouquet of white roses and some other blue flower. He also carried a bag over his shoulder that Jules recognized as her overnight bag.

As he pulled up a chair to sit besides, Jules examined Matthew more closely. He was a very classic sort of attractive. Medium build. Clear skin. Averagely tall. Yet, it was all so typical that he seemed easy to gloss over. Like one of those guys in commercials or magazines. Undoubtedly attractive but not very memorable.

"Ooh, aren't they pretty, Jules?" the nurse cooed at the flowers.

"Yeah, I guess you were right. He does clean up nicely," Jules said.

Matthew laughed once through his nose once and smiled. The nurse, on the other hand, flushed.

"I've got to go...check up on some tests," she said, clearly embarrassed.

Matthew looked back at the nurse as she left. "That may not have been the best way to handle it, but I appreciate the compliment. You look pretty, too."

Jules shrugged her shoulders, ignoring Matthew's last little statement. "She'll get over it."

Matthew sighed as he put the flowers in a vase beside Jules' bed. "You always do get a bit cranky when you're bored."

Jules looked over at Matthew. She still found it quite a bit creepy that Matthew knew so much about her.

Matthew reached into the overnight bag. "Um, well, I brought you some stuff from home that I thought you might like now that you're awake: change of clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste..."

The conversation did nothing for Jules' boredom. Her eyes wandered to the window again.

"I also brought your laptop..." That was the only thing Matthew decided to pull out of the bag to show Jules.

Jules gasped in shock. "Oh thank god! Gimme!"

Matthew obliged by handing the technology over to Jules. "Have you remembered anything? About us?"

"Nope. Not a bit." Jules recognized her laptop instantly. It still had the same outer shell, but the software was updated. She was lucky to find that she hadn't changed her password in two years. Her background had changed, though. It was a picture of her, Westley, and Matthew. The image reminded Jules of the night before and her talk with her brother

"I feel like I have to apologize to you about something," Jules admitted.

"Hmm? What is it, Jules?" he asked.

"Last night..." Jules exhaled. "I may have said some things that offended you."

"Oh, you don't have to apologize. I know this must be difficult for you," Matthew tried to downplay.

"Honestly, you could even take it as a compliment. The guys I'm attracted to are losers. Whiny. Unemployed. Greased out. Egotistical..."

Jules decided to change the subject. She recognized the bitter pit in her stomach just from thinking about her ex-boyfriends. "So, what are the flowers for?"

"Oh, uh, they're roses and forget-me-nots," Matthew answered after a second of bewilderment. "I thought they might bring some good luck and cheer you up a bit."

"Oh, I'm really not much of a flower person." Jules opened up an Internet application.

"Oh..." Matthew said with a sense of surprise and disappointment. He peeked over at Jules' screen. "I tried to keep up your blog while you were asleep. Mostly just to let your followers know what was going on."

"Really? Wow, thanks." At the moment, Jules didn't realize why that would be so important. She entered the web address for her blog and almost didn't recognize it. It was almost her ideal dream of a perfect blog. The follower count had multiplied exponentially into the millions.

"Holy..." she muttered as she scrolled down trying to figure out what she had done right. "Am I making money off of this?"

"Yeah, a bit," Matthew answered. "You're technically a professional blogger..."

Jules laughed out of surprise. She wasn't as unemployed as she thought she was. "Well, it looks like something good happened..."

Matthew looked a little anxious. "So...have the doctors said anything about when you might be getting out?"

"Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the day after," Jules sighed. "Depends."

"Have you thought about whether you want to come home with me or...?" Matthew asked nervously.

"I'm thinking about staying with Westley for a while," I announced. It seemed like a better option to bum off her brother than to live with a complete stranger.

He nodded. "Do you think...?" Matthew couldn't finish. Jules waited but nothing else came.

Jules could tell he was struggling. She closed her laptop and pushed it to the side. "Hey, help me get up."

"O-okay." As Jules strained to sit up, Matthew gently supported her back with his hand, helping her a bit more than she needed. It was in that moment that Jules remembered a very important detail. Matthew's hand had accidentally slipped onto her bare skin through the tied opening of her flimsy hospital wear.

"Whoa, hey! Hand me my clothes," Jules demanded. She swatted Matthew's hand away and pinched closed the back of her hospital gown.

"Sorry," Matthew said quietly. He reached back in Jules' overnight bag and pulled out a stack of neatly folded clothes.

Jules grabbed the clothes and was careful to keep her backside away from her husband. She shuffled off the bed and over to the bathroom.

It was still a little hard for her to move as she wanted. A lot of her flexibility and muscle tone was gone. She was able to get her pants on easily enough. Taking off the hospital gown was a bit more trouble. She couldn't untie the strings in the back. The gown acted more of a straight jacket. She struggled alone in the bathroom for quite a while.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Jules, are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just this stupid...ugh."

"Do you need help?" he asked.

Jules hated how helpless she felt, but she hated the hospital gown even more. "Yeah," she said reluctantly.

She heard the door of the bathroom squeak open slowly as Matthew let himself in. She let out a breath and exposed her back to him. She moved her long hair out of the way. "Could you untie me?"

His only answer was the sensation of his knuckles brushing lightly on her back as he undid the knots. She could feel the flaps of the gown fall open as he finished.

"Thanks," she sighed in relief.

Jules thought she felt Matthew's eyes on her back. As she looked around to chastise him, she discovered he wasn't there. The bathroom door was safely closed again.

After Jules put her shirt on, she exited the bathroom. "Okay Matthew, let's go get some cake."

"Cake?" he asked.

"Yeah, I saw a bunch of patients walking around with chocolate cake, and I want some. Plus, it'll be good practice walking all the way to the cafeteria. Wanna come?"

"Yeah, of course," Matthew agreed immediately.

"Now, I'm not quite sure how far I can go, so you might have to carry me back," Jules joked.

"Not a problem," Matthew replied. "You can always use me for support."

Jules thought about the double meaning behind that. "You know, it's not very fair that you know so much about me and I know hardly anything about you," she mentioned as they walked side by side down the hallway.

"I guess it's not," Matthew said with a laugh.

"So, tell me about yourself," Jules said.

"Okay, my name is Matthew Williams," he started out. "I'm married to you and have been so for 11 months. We have two do-"

"I don't want to hear about us," Jules complained. Thinking about them as married was too much for her to comprehend. "I want to hear about you. Just you."

"Oh...well... I'm 25. Just a few months younger than you," he answered. "I'm a veterinarian..."

"Really? That's pretty interesting," Jules commented. "What's your favorite animal?"

"Polar bears," Matthew said with a small smile.

Jules nodded. "Mine's probably dogs. Or maybe baby chickens."

Matthew laughed at that for some odd reason. Jules didn't know why, but she liked the way he laughed. She wasn't really saying anything funny or interesting, but it was like he thought she was the most entertaining person out there. "What's your favorite color?"

"Red," Matthew said quickly. "Definitely red."

"Favorite season?"

"Fall. Or maybe winter. I like cooler weather," he mused.

"Can you cook?" Jules asked. She figured that had to be one of the important ones if they were married.

Matthew scoffed. "Better than you."

Jules' jaw dropped in fake shock and offense.

"Not that your cooking is bad," Matthew explained. "Thank God it tastes be..."

"Better than it looks," Jules finished.

Matthew smiled.

Jules wasn't quite sure what to think of him. He was a lot nicer than some of her boyfriends. Make that all of them.

They discovered that the cake Jules had seen earlier had not actually come from the cafeteria. Apparently, it had come from a birthday party of one of the other patients. Instead, they settled on some of the soft serve ice cream as a reward. Their conversation on. The way back talked more of cake and ice cream flavors and which ones were the best.

Jules was feeling a little tired on the walk back, so she held Matthew's left hand with her right. His grip was firm, but gentle. Occasionally, he would habitually caress the back of her hand with his thumb.

There was quite a commotion outside of Jules' room. There were several people out in front talking over each other very loudly. Through the noise, Jules could recognize one low voice.

"Westley!" Jules cheered and threw her arms up, including Matthew's.

Everyone turned to look at her.

"Jules! Why did you run off like that?" Westley scolded. "Don't you know how worried everyone was?"

"I wanted ice cream," Jules defended.

Matthew looked back and forth from Jules to the entourage of medical personnel. "What's going on?"

Westley's glare softened when he saw his brother-in-law. "Well, at least Matthew was with you. Do you know how serious it is when a patient with memory problems goes missing?"

"Missing?" Matthew questioned.

"I think that's a bit of an exaggeration. I only lost a little bit of my memory. I can go for a little walk inside the hospital," Jules insisted.

"You were supposed to be resting. No one knew where you were," Westley continued to reprimand.

"Well, I'm back. I'm fine. No harm done." Jules let go of Matthew's hand. The people cleared out of the way as she let herself back into her room.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know she was supposed to be resting," Mathew apologized to the gathering.

"Don't apologize. We did nothing wrong." Jules sat back on the bed. "They can't trap me here forever."

Most of the crowd dispersed now that they knew where she was. The only people who followed into the room after Jules were Matthew, Westley, and the doctor from the other day.

"You're not trapped. Everybody here is just trying to make sure you're safe," Westley argued.

"Well, now that we're all here. There are some things that need to be discussed," the doctor said. "Upon Jules' release, we need to know who she'll be staying with."

"Ooh, right! Westley, can I stay with you?" Jules asked.

The questioned seemed to surprise Westley a bit. "I guess that's okay. As long as Matthew's okay with it."

Matthew nodded. "Whatever Jules is the most comfortable with." He pushed up his sleeve and looked at his watch. "I've got to go to work today. I wish I could stay longer."

"That's okay. You've got animals to save and whatnot," Jules said. She opened up her laptop again. It was time for her to get caught up.

"Alright, I'll try to come by again tonight, but if I can't, I'll come tomorrow," Matthew told her.

"Sounds like a plan," Jules said, sort of distracted by her computer.

Jules felt a soft pressure on her head. Matthew had come over to her bedside and kissed her hair. Jules tensed up. The sign of affection had come out of nowhere. "Goodbye. I love you, Jules."

The words still baffled Jules. She shook them off and went back to her computer.

"Looks like you two are getting along," Westley said.

"Yeah. And that's it. Still can't see him any more than this random guy," Jules reported. "Hey West, since you're here, you should watch some youtube videos with me. You've got to get me all caught up."

Westley sighed. "Can't you do that on your own?"

"Don't give me any lip. This is your duty as my brother. You have to watch stupid videos with me." She pulled up one of the youtube rewinds from the last year she remembered.

"I've already agreed to let you stay with me," he complained.

"I said no lip! I'll begin to think you're ungrateful for all of the sibling support I've given you."

Jules' little joke affected Westley harder than she intended. She hadn't thought of herself as that great of a big sister, but her statement resonated with him more than she thought.

"I'll watch the videos with you. And you can stay with me as long as you want," he said in a small voice.

Jules didn't quite understand his response, but she decided to go along with it. "Now that's more like it."