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

above a whisper, "you mean... you

tears welling in my eyes. "Yes.

stepped in, clipboard in hand. My father turned to her, his voice tight with disbelief. "My daughter says she

face. "Sometimes,

can be unpredictable, and sometimes the shock is enough to reconnect pathways that were once blocked. It's a good sign, Jess. It means your brain

just out of reach for so long were now flashing vividly behind my eyes. Faces, names, moments-everything was

the doctor said, adjusting her glasses and glancing down at her clipboard, "let's take a look

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

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below my knee, and when I looked down, I saw the thick bandages wrapped around it, tinged with faint blood spots. A wave of nausea

trying to shift without causing

hospital bed like he was afraid I'd vanish if he let go. "Bryan... he didn't just-" His voice broke, and

step toward being myself again, whoever that

of 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.

trying not to focus on the searing pain that flared up every time she touched the bandage.

you think..." my dad began hesitantly, glancing between me and the

but Jess is young, and she's clearly a fighter. With the right care and rehabilitation,

optimistic."