Sleep ((It happens once again))
Sleep: My muse was in an accident and went into a coma for several years. They wake up to see your muse next to their bed, unaware of how much time has passed.
She entered the room quietly and closed the door behind her back, giving a short, respectful bow out of habit before taking a seat right next to the bed.
“Good day, Varus. I hope you were taken good care of.”
She was told that hearing familiar voices may help the patient in recovery - and she didn’t care too much about anything else. Maybe he could hear it. Maybe he couldn’t. But she was just way too worried.
She sighed. It’s been so long. Too long. She missed being able to talk to him. Or spend time with him - outside the hospital room. She was starting to hate this place. Everything was the same every day. The feeling of hopelessness was the worst.
“... I miss you. I wonder how are you feeling. I hope that you’re getting better, too.”
Hesitantly, she reached over to lightly caress his forehead with her fingertips.
No, she wasn’t going to cry. Not here. Not now.
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