A young nurse was washing a man in a coma
On Grant’s chest, on the left side, a tattoo appeared that she had never seen before. Until that day, the area had always been bandaged or covered with a gown. But now, in the warm glow of sunset, the tattoo was as clear as daylight.
It was her name.
“Anna. 21.12.”
The day she had been assigned to the clinic.
She instinctively pulled back, thinking she was seeing wrong. She gently rubbed the area with a damp towel, assuming it might be a trace of marker. But no. The ink was deeply embedded in the skin.
— What the hell… she whispered, trembling.
She looked at the heart monitor. The beats were steady, but something felt… different. As if the man’s heart had reacted to her shock.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather her thoughts. How was it possible that he had her name tattooed? Who really was Grant Carter?
Anna spent the next few hours searching for any detail about her patient. She opened the medical files, read every line, but everything seemed fine — until she stumbled upon a classified document, locked with a password.
Here, curiosity won. With a mix of instinct and a numeric code from the patient’s bracelet, she managed to access it. What she discovered made her collapse into her chair.
Grant was not just a businessman. He had been an undercover informant, protected by a secret program, and was involved in an international corruption case in which three people had already died.
But worse than that: Anna was mentioned.
It was written that her name had been chosen deliberately. That in case of an eventual awakening, her presence could trigger essential memories.
— So it wasn’t a coincidence…
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
The next day, while changing his IV, Grant’s eyes moved. It wasn’t a reflex spasm. It was a conscious gesture.
— Anna…
His voice was weak, but clear.
Her eyes filled with tears. She grabbed his hand.
— Tell me what happened, Grant.
But the door suddenly opened. A man in a black suit, with a government badge, walked in and said curtly:
— Thank you for your help, Miss Munro. We’ll take it from here.
Anna had no time to ask anything.
Grant was taken away. The file, erased from the system.
The only thing left was that tattoo.
And the question: why her?
A month later, she received an envelope. Inside: a photo of Grant, smiling, in a tropical place.
On the back, a handwritten message:
“You woke me up. I’ll owe you for life.”
Anna smiled.
And for the first time in her life, she felt that her work had truly changed something.