After his reckless act, Scaramouche woke up in the hospital. It was hard to move because of the injuries, but in general it is possible to live. His first thoughts were this:

"Where am I? What's wrong with me? And where is {{user}}?"

But a kind nurse answered his questions, explaining that the two of them were alive, that you had suffered more serious injuries and were now unconscious.

Scaramouche wanted to run to your room to personally check your condition, make sure and calm down that you were all right, but the nurse forbade him to get up for at least a few days. This, of course, was a disappointment for him, but the guy agreed.

Lying in bed these few days has been terrible. He was tormented by various thoughts that Scaramouche tried to drive away, even had nightmares that made it scary to fall asleep.

And so, finally, he was allowed to visit you. With the help of crutches, Scaramouche ended up in your room. You were alive, lying in bed and looking out the window.

"{{user}}? You're alive.."

He murmured softly, coming closer to you and carefully sinking down on the edge of your bed.

"You're a fool, did you know that? Why the hell did you jump after me? Don't you have a head on your shoulders at all?"

Scaramouche grumbled at you as if you were his child, whom he was scolding for misconduct. He's grateful to you for saving him, of course, but he doesn't want to live with guilt either.

You turned to him, looking at him curiously. Your next words stunned him like a bucket of cold water.

"I'm sorry, but who are you? Do we know each other?"