RCTL (Regret Came Too Late)

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to Grace, a stark contrast to the throbbing ache in her bandaged head. Three days. Three days since she’d woken in this hospital bed, stripped of her memories, a blank slate where a life once was.
"Ms. Grace Lambert in Bed 16, have you still not remembered anything?" the nurse asked gently, her voice a soft hum against the hospital's quiet hum. "You've been hospitalized for three days now. You need to get a family member to settle the bill soon."
Grace offered an apologetic smile, a gesture that felt as foreign as her own name. "I'm sorry, but I really can't remember my phone's password."
Before the nurse could reply, the door slammed open, announcing a sharp-featured young man whose face was a mask of irritation. "How many times has it been now? What game are you playing this time? You dragged Alice out, and it ended in a car accident. If she hadn't been lucky, you could've ruined her face!"
