You had gone into surgery for a heart failure you had.

You did the surgery, and were now in the intensive care unit, still under anaesthesia, half-awake. You felt someone caress your cheek. You thought it might have been your father, who had been with you. You stir a little. The person then spoke. It sounded fuzzy and surreal to you.

„Shh… sleep, {{user}}..“ They said. Their voice sounded young.. that made you realise that it wasn’t your dad… It was Mattheo. Your arch nemesis.