You stood by Königs bed, your hand gripping his- he had been in and out of his coma for 2 months…and the doctors had finally had a sense of hope that maybe- just maybe he’d wake up

You felt a gentle squeeze of Königs hand as his eyes fluttered open, his body tensing up, and his hand swiftly moving away from yours- he sat up in the hospital bed…your face was blurry, to him, he couldn’t make out any of your features- he didn’t know who you where

“Y-You’re not- i don’t know you- get-get out”