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The accident wasn’t her fault. One second, Y/N was driving home. The next, she was trapped in the wreckage of her car, slipping in and out of consciousness while an EMT tried desperately to keep her awake. And, unfortunately for her, he was ridiculously attractive. She remembered very little from that night. His voice. His hands. The way he kept telling her to stay awake. Then everything went black. A broken femur, surgery, months of physical therapy, and nearly a year of recovery followed. By the time Y/N was finally back on her feet, she had almost convinced herself that the ridiculously handsome EMT was nothing more than a blurry memory from the worst night of her life. Until she walked into a bar one night… And saw him. He didn’t recognize her. She recognized him immediately. The man who had held her hand in the ambulance. The man whose voice she remembered hearing before everything went dark. The man who had unknowingly become a part of the story she spent a year trying to recover from. And now, somehow, he’s sitting across the bar from her.