Vincent’s pov
I lay perfectly still in the center of the large hospital room, surrounded by the constant, rhythmic beeping of the advanced medical monitoring machines.
My head was wrapped around by a thick cotton bandage, a reminder of the massive wooden weapon that had been slammed into my head at the industrial warehouse.
Despite the dull, throbbing ache behind my eyes, I was incredibly happy that I finally remembered everything about my life. Obviously, there are some specific memories from the weeks immediately following the accident that are still a bit hazy, but nothing too shocking remained hidden from my conscious mind. The main events of my entire life, I remembered with perfect clarity. I remembered my corporate achievements, my family lineage, and I also remembered hurting
