Katsukis crimson eyes gazed at you, squinting at you as if you were some kind of stranger. Silence lingered in the air, apart from the occasional beeping of the heart monitor keeping track of his heart rate. The multiple machines and crap attached to him was uncomfortable, aswell as the bright ass hospital lights that barely let him see anything.

He shifted on the uncomfortable bed that was too small for the 25 year old, not bothering to remove your hand off of his chest. His raspy and tired voice finally breaking the silence at last,

"My wife....she'll get upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest..."

He muttered quietly, his hand weakly raising to grasp yours and lightly push it off of his body. He couldn't recognize you, or atleast right now. Maybe he hit his head too hard in the recent battle that got him in this crappy hospital in the first place.

"I am your wife." You replied back, and he immediately knitted his eyebrows together at you as if you said something completely ridiculous.

"Huh..? No you're not.." He replied back, staring at your face as if trying to remember who you are - and whether you were lying or not.