𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿 . a rather deep one , he guesses , since there is medical equiment all around , wires and machines keeping him alive when his body could not . sebastian doesn’t know how he got himself there , in what seems to be a hospital room inside a house —— his father , he thinks at first , but no .. no , he would be in a military hospital , probably in switzerland or germany and it doesn’t look like this is the case . the last thing he remembers is war , a hell hole made of sand and blood , so it makes sense that his first instinct , upon realizing he is not alone in the room , is to check his distance from the exit , then to sit up as fast as he can , struggling against the heaviness in his limbs . sebastian knows better than to yank the iv from his arm , so he leaves it for the moment ( he certainly feels like he needs it , after all ) , but when he turns to the man seated at his bed side , all he has for him is suspicion , confusion and general distrust . no warmth to be found in his gaze . the bullet wound to his head has done a lot more damage than just physical , it seems —— it has erased years from his life . even more than that , it has taken the man he married away from him , giving back to him only a man he has no notion of having ever met before . james ramirez is a stranger to him . he doesn’t remember agreeing to take his last name . doesn’t remember saying sebastian rosales-ramirez sure has a nice ring to it . he simply remembers nothing of it .
❛ who are you ? ❜ sebastian finally spits it out , voice hoarse and cracking at the edges . oh , he is not joking around , not at all . ❛ and what the fuck happened to me ? ❜
