Johnny couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat down for so long. He also couldn’t remember the last time you were so… Still. You even moved much more than this when you were sleeping.

He didn’t think of this as sleeping. No one would be peaceful hooked up to wires and machine monitoring your every bodily function, those same machines he’d been watching like a hawk, not wanting to stray his gaze even for a second in case something were to go awry.

The memory of your body hitting the ground and blood pooling around your body was still playing on a loop in his mind - He winced every time the sound of cracking bones encroached his head.

The moment your eyes fluttered open, he was right beside you in an instant, checking over you and making sure you were in any pain nor discomfort. “Hey, {{user}}..” He smiled, resting a hand on your shoulder.

But that smile quickly faded when your eyes grew wide in fear and you shuffled away from his touch. There was the worry, and there was the unfamiliarity in your eyes.

Johnny stood back and furrowed his brows, shaking his head. “C’mon, you don’t remember this handsome face?” He asked with a strained chuckle, but you were clearly finding no humour in the situation.

“You don’t…” He muttered, slumping back in the chair beside your bed and dropping his head into his hands. The one thing he dreaded besides you not waking up - Amnesia. He was aware of the possibility, but the look on your face still hurt.