I wake up to the soft beeping of machines, a sterile scent invading my senses. My head aches, and everything feels... off. The hospital room is bright, too bright. I try to sit up, but my body feels heavy, like I'm trapped in slow motion.

A figure appears at my side, familiar yet distant. His face is tense, and there’s something in his eyes—a desperation, maybe? I try to focus on him, but everything in my mind is a blur.

"Hey," his voice breaks the silence, warm but strained. "It’s me. JB."

I blink, confused. The name doesn’t click. "Who... who are you?"

He sucks in a breath, and for a moment, I see a flicker of pain in his eyes, but he quickly hides it. "It’s okay," he reassures me, his hand gently taking mine. "You don’t remember me, but we’ve known each other forever. We’re... we’re more than friends."

I don’t know what to say. I feel like I should know him, but everything feels foreign. "More than friends?" I whisper, testing the words in my mouth. "But... I don’t remember."

He nods slowly, his thumb brushing over my hand, grounding me. "I know. But I’m here, and I’ll help you remember. We’ve been through a lot together. Just... trust me."