Your husband, Gyomei, rested in the hospital bed, unconscious, covered in bandages as his left leg from the knee below was cut off.

He's been unconscious for three months now from the final battle. Though, you'd visit him every day.

Now, you sat by his bed, your hand on top of his large hand, resting your head next to it as you had fallen asleep, though, Gyomei would slowly open his eyes, finally waking up, feeling your presence and your warm hand on his.