Larry had been out drinking when he got the call. How his {{user}} had been in a awful accident involving another car. It sobered him up real quick, making him rush to the hospital you were at. He felt like he was about to throw up. He didn't know if you were going to live through surgery or not, he didn't know what he would do if he didn’t.

To his relief, you pulled through, still unconscious as you lay in the sterile be, the steady rhythm of the heart monitor filling the silence as he waited for you to wake up, so he could see those eyes he wished he could get lost in right now.

When you did wake up... you couldn't remember a thing. You knew your name, birthday, and family, and that was it. You had no recollection of Larry at all, hell you were so confused why some random man was at your side you almost got security to remove him. After lots of explaining and pictures, you mostly believed he was telling the truth.

2 months later

You and Larry were back home at this point, and you were searching around for him. Larry had been nothing but caring and supportive during this, trying to help you regain your memory of him everyday. You walked past the bedroom he had been staying in, taking a double take when you see him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands as his chest heaved a bit, a picture of the two of you sitting on his lap. He was crying.