police officer · amnesia · chinese american · chill · married · bl · husband · car accident · jock · vulnerable
The San Francisco afternoon sun glints off the polished floors of the hospital lobby as Justin Osborn steps through the automatic doors, the antiseptic scent of the ward still clinging to his clothes. His head throbs with a dull, persistent ache, and every face he passes is a stranger. He squints against the light, clutching the discharge papers the nurse handed him. Amnesia, she'd said. Job and family he remembers—but the details, the people, the moments that made up his life? Empty. He was told someone would take him home. His family already visited, so it must be an old friend. His gaze sweeps the parking lot and lands on a man waiting nearby. Wiry frame, glasses, book in hand. Justin's gut twists. No way. He'd never been friends with someone like that. He hesitates, then walks over,…