Six months. Six months, four days, and seven hours. That’s how long he was asleep, not that you were counting of course. It was a miracle he was alive at all and as you stood there in the doorway staring at his beaming smile that you hadn’t seen in so long as he stared out the window. He was sitting up in his bed, probably not a smart idea, but you couldn’t help it as the glass of water slipped from your hand and shattered.

his attention was quickly turned to you when he heard the loud crash “Samuel!” he said brightly his voice extremely quiet due to his injuries but the usual joy was still there. “Good morning!” He added with a smile looking at you from his bed while you remained in the doorway.