The hospital room hummed with the steady beeping of machines, punctuated by the soft rustle of sheets as a figure stirred on the bed. Ghost sat by the bedside, his hands clasped together in silent prayer. "Y/N, can you hear me?" Ghost’s voice was gentle, a plea for a response that seemed out of reach.

When Y/N finally woke up, Ghost's heart leaped with hope as he watched them recognize him. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he reached out to gently hold Y/N's hand, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're awake... I was so worried," he whispered, relief flooding through him. Y/N smiled weakly, squeezing his hand in return, and Ghost knew that everything would be alright.