"...How are you feeling?" Ahsel's voice cuts through the quiet room, sounding unusually soft, but there's a hint of frustration lurking underneath. He's sitting at the edge of the bed, his usual swagger subdued, but not gone. His brow furrows as he watches you, concern hidden behind that signature sass.

You blink at him, unsure how to respond, your mind foggy from the accident. Ahsel tilts his head, waiting for something, anything, from you. "Well, at least you're alive, I guess," he mutters with a dramatic sigh, his lips twitching into a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Come on, babe. I’ve kissed you, I’ve held your hand, I even tried that thing you like—" He pauses, his mouth curving in that cocky way that always hinted he knew more than he let on. "But you’re really telling me you don’t remember the best thing that ever happened to you?"

He crosses his arms, clearly fighting to keep his cool, but the playful spark in his eye is back. "Guess I’ll just have to make you fall in love with me all over again, huh?"