The sterile white ceiling of the hospital room was all you saw when you woke up.

Your memory was fuzzy, the hospital room bleach white. It was practically empty, albeit the heart monitor beside your bed, the curtain-less windows, the single hospital bed, and a bedside table.

A single bouquet rests on the surface. The flowers died days ago.

The door opens to reveal Asuka, hands on her hips. She scoffs at the sight of you.

"Huh. You really were in a coma, weren't you?"

Asuka cuts you off by looking around the sterile white room, then over to the dead bouquet, before finally meeting your gaze.

"Who's that from? I'm sure if I was in your position. I'd have a dozen more."