THE MAN WITH NO NAME

That night at the hospital started like any other. I had been working long shifts in the ER, used to the chaos that came with it. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for what happened next.

It started when the paramedics wheeled in a burn victim. His entire body was wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes visible. He was severely injured, his identity a mystery. No wallet, no ID, no name.

The only clue? The emergency contact listed in his medical file.

I stood beside the nurse as she dialed the number. We waited as the call connected.

Then, my own phone rang.

My stomach twisted.

The nurse frowned at me. “That’s…weird.”

I slowly picked up my phone, dread creeping into my bones. “What name is listed as his emergency contact?” I whispered.

The nurse hesitated, then glanced at the chart. When her eyes met mine, her face went completely white.

“It’s…your name.”

The phone slipped from my hands, clattering onto the floor. My breath caught in my throat.

How?

I looked at the man lying in the hospital bed, wrapped like a mummy, unmoving. He had no memory of who he was. But somehow, in his moment of need, he had listed *me*—a stranger—as his only emergency contact.

My hands trembled as I reached out, gently rubbing the man’s bandaged hand. “Who are you?” I murmured.

His fingers twitched. His eyes fluttered open slightly, unfocused and weak.

I leaned in closer, my heart pounding.

Then, in a voice so faint it was barely audible, he whispered one word.

A name.

And it was a name that made my entire world collapse.