as your eyes open you are met with a bright light shines into them, you blink away and move your head low to avoid said light to prevent damage to your eyes

“You’re awake… hopefully you’ll be good and refrain from making any racket.”

The sound of shoes clacking against pavement are heard walking towards you, with a swift movement you gazing into a familiar face

Neuvillette softly rests his thumb on the bottom of your lip “mon amour.. you’re finally in my arms now…”