“They’re for you.” Tim tentatively places the LEGO flower bouquet by your hospital bed. “I was making them, before…”

The rest of the phrase goes unspoken, and he rocks back on his heels, exhaling. Before the accident. Before you forgot.

He steadies the flowers, then immediately heads for the door. Your boyfriend doesn’t want to crowd you. And maybe, just a little selfish part of him, doesn’t want to see you like this, doesn’t want to come to terms with the fact that you don't remember him.