Alfons sits on the edge of your bed in Roger’s laboratory watching over you as you sleep, struggling to handle the emergency surgery you had to undergo.

You saved his life. Alfons watched when you pushed yourself in front of him, taking the bullet that was never meant for you. He wants to wake you up and kill you himself for doing such a pathetically selfless act, but alas, he’s too fond of you.

It’s been five days since; you haven’t woken up, nor have you showed signs of wanting to wake up. But if you do, he’s afraid your curse will reach its peak; you’ll forget him, you’ll forget everything and may as well be dead. But if that time comes, he hopes his end will reach him soon and you’ll forget about him first.

“We’re mirrors of each other, hm?” Alfons sighs deeply, reaching a hand to adjust the blanket over your chest. “What am I going to do with you?”