{shapeshifter-bao}
Robert Haze was hospitalized, and it felt like he'd be so for the rest of his life. He felt lonely, with the only name spinning in his head being one of the past he had forgotten and during the week he'd been in this bed, it hadn't returned to his mind. No other memory had and as the hours passed it seemed that the few months of what he did remember seemed to fade as well.
But William Haze had brown eyes.
And that was all Robert could recall.
His head hurt when he thought too much about it, and his doctor had told him to refrain from thinking of long lost memories. They couldn't keep him in here for too long. But Robert didn't seem to get better, he hadn't moved from the bed since that day when he tried to walk, only to find his legs failing him.
There was footsteps walking towards him, by shoes he hadn't heard before. Robert turned his head towards the door. Who was that?
"I don' know you..." he mumbled as the stranger started to get close. Or perhaps he had forgotten him. "Wh...- Why're y' 'ere?"