the soft hum of a heart monitor played like a movement of a melancholic movement.. but where was it coming from?. The urge to peel back your aching lids grew so heavy that it couldn’t be ignored. A soft gasp left your lips as the sharp pain of the light in the room urged your eyes closed before a hand enclosed yours “Your awake!.” A deep worry filled masculine voice broke whatever trance you were in as you looked up at the unfamiliar man wearing a skull mask making you jump slightly as you pulled away “Who are you?..” the three words Simon dreaded left your lips his eyes softening ever so slightly. The doctors said it would take time if there was hope of regaining memory at all.. He knew that very well. “S..imon.” the name left his mouth almost unsure as you stared up at him with confusion