Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

PART 5- CHAPTER 182

JESS

The door creaked open, and my heart skipped a beat as Josh stepped into the room, followed closely by my dad. Relief washed over me, so intense it brought tears to my eyes. My dad's face looked weary, his hair disheveled, and Josh looked like he hadn't slept in days. I

here. They were okay. I

pushed myself up, the sudden movement sending a sharp jolt of pain through my leg, but I ignored it.

"Jess!" Josh's voice cracked as he rushed forward, and before! knew it, he and my dad had their arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I held on, feeling the steady thud of their hearts against my own, the familiar scent of aftershave and * sweat. They were warm, solid, real. It was enough to make me forget, for just a second, about the nightmare I had woken up from.

When they finally pulled back, I couldn't hold back the smile tugging at my lips. "I remember," said, the words tumbling out before I had the chance to think them through.

Josh's brow furrowed, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah... I wish this night you would forget, though."

"No," I insisted, shaking my head. "You don't understand. I remember all of it." My voice was firm, the realization still making my heart race.

Josh and my dad froze, staring at me like I'd just told them I

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words hung heavy in the air, and I could see the

barely above a whisper, "you mean... you

my

My father turned to her, his voice tight with disbelief. "My

across her face. "Sometimes, a traumatic event

reconnect pathways that were once blocked. It's a good sign, Jess. It means

relief and nervousness. Memories that had felt just out of reach for so long were now flashing vividly behind my eyes. Faces, names, moments-everything was coming back, and I wasn't sure if it

glancing down at her clipboard, "let's take a look at that leg of

Oh, God. In the haze of everything-Bryan, the-memories flooding back, the

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I looked down, I saw the thick bandages wrapped around it, tinged with

to shift without causing too

jaw tighten. "They said it was fractured," he said quietly, his hands still gripping the railing of the hospital bed like he was afraid I'd vanish if he let go. "Bryan... he didn't just-" His voice broke, and he looked away, his knuckles

toward being myself again, whoever

the blanket covering my leg. "You're lucky," she said, calm and clinical. "The damage wasn't as severe as it could have been, but you'll need to keep off it for a while. We'll need to do more X- rays to ensure it's

flared up every time she touched the bandage. My dad's hand found mine, squeezing tightly, and I held

dad began hesitantly, glancing between me and the doctor, "that she'll be

for sure, but Jess is young, and she's clearly a fighter. With

optimistic."