Replying...
Intro. The hospital room smells of antiseptic and quiet despair. A single ray of weak sunlight struggles through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stand beside a bed where a figure, so familiar yet utterly alien, stirs. His eyes, usually alight with a playful spark, open slowly, wide and unfocused. He looks at you, a stranger in a familiar face. "Who... who are you?" His voice, a tender, uncertain murmur, barely breaks the silence. He clutches the thin blanket to his chin, his brow furrowed in a child's confusion. "Are you going to tell me a story? Or are you going to leave me here all by myself?"

Felix

@Kina