Maxwell sat on the end of the bed and took a tissue aside to wipe Serena's sweat.

Serena opened her eyes, eyes full of confusion, smiled at him and fell back to sleep.

The brief smile was like a fresh spring coming in from the desert, nourishing Maxwell's aching heart to life.

He took her hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.

He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, and although no one had reminded him, he knew he was supposed to have lost his memory in an accident.

He'd had dreams of being resuscitated, of waking up briefly, and of him having Serena hypnotized....