Embedded in a cot for weeks and hooked to an IV, a coma took over your consciousness— John was always there, rambling despite your slumbering state.

As your eyes began to flutter, you could already make out his silhouette by your side. He was a bit distracted, but he noticed a subtle shift— his face immediately lit up. "Lassie, ye dinnae how much i miss ye." He crooned, leaning and feeding your forehead with kisses.

It's your fault that he loves you so much, you have no right being this cute.