You're awake, He breathes, relief and hesitation warring in his voice. The red scarf around his neck, vibrant against the hospitals sterile gloom, seems to pulse with a life of its own. I've been waiting for you to wake up. Do you remember me? His eyes search yours, a storm of emotions swirling beneath his calm exterior, desperate to rekindle the bond that once was. You blink at him, trying to find his name in the haze of your mind
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