A year and a half had gone by and every single day, Sebastian would talk to Niklaus and bring her things that he thought she might like, even when she got transferred from Ireland back to NYC. While everybody silently awaits her awakening, Sebastian was there to speak to her because nobody else had the patience for a comatose girl.

Sebastian's P.O.V.

It's another day closer for the possibility of Niklaus waking up. The doctors said that her body regained homeostasis and that they've recently detected engaged brain activity. Which was good.. According to them. I didn't really know half of the things they tell me except that its apparently good and appears to be something non-critical.

The easy gait i'd been seen in, going to Niklaus' room at Bellevue Hospital, could easily be mistaken as happy skipping.But honestly, I was just anxious. Anxiety over how maybe the doctors were screwing with me and today is the day she dies.

The heavy, wooden door creaked as I pushed it open and looked around the room to see if anybody else was in there asides from Niklaus. When I saw that it was empty, I slip in quietly and made my way over at her side.

She had more color than she usually did and her jet black hair was now slightly outgrown and  stuck to the pillow and on her neck. I reach over to brush it away and tuck it in behind her ears.

My fingers were tingling from the contact and it felt like she was just taking a nap and not sleeping.... for maybe forever. It was a really odd sensation.

I sit in the chair next to her bed and placed
the boquet of black dahlias and roses on the bedside table and take her hands in mine.

"Just how you like them, doll... I was going to pick up a new book with them but I didn't know if you'd like it. Sounded too cheesy , yknow?" The only reply I'd recieved was the stable beeping of the heart monitor and the quiet whirring sound of another machine that kept her alive.

I watch the sun light peeking from the small space between the two shades shine down on her face making her gentle features glow inhumanly. It was breathtaking. She looked like an angel, though she'd probably tell me that lucifer is an angel too so don't fuck with her.

God did I miss her little quirks. A year and a half without hearing that asthmatic laugh she does when she finds something funny.A year and a half without the easily distracted woman who'd ditch a conversation with the president to go pet a dog outside the office window and A year and a half without someone always telling me that I wasn't just liked because of my looks,but also for my personality and brain. She's always reassuring me that everything will be fine when I have an anxiety attack.

And I love her because of those.

I felt something move in my hand and I look at it. I thought I was imagining it, but when her finger twitched and curled around my hand, my heart was way up my throat.

She moved.

There was a brief pause and her hand snapped away from me, the bed dipped and she was sitting up with wide eyes, shakily pulling off the tubes stuck in her without making a sound.

I tried stopping her but she fell off of the hospital bed, muttering things under her breath and holding her head in her hands.

"What the hell. What the hell. What the hell."

She kept on repeating it, almost trying to remove fear of something.

I hadn't noticed the heart monitor going crazy because of the sudden disconnection from Niklaus until a group of nurses and doctor burst into the room, some pulling me away outside and some aiding Niklaus.

"W-what's happening? She's scared! I think I need to be there!" I tried to reason with the nurses just as much as I did to myself but they kept telling me that she had to get checked because she's panicked.

"Sir, she will be fine we just need to do this, it's routine for people who've just waken from a coma." A hand pat my back and they all left me sitting in an empty waiting room. I heard pleas and questions bouncing off of the halls and it truly worried me that one of the common consequences the type of concussion Niklaus suffered was being dished right at me.

Remember me.

Remember me....

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20 minutes. Exactly 20 minutes is what it took the doctor and the nurses to tell me that Nikaus might not recognize me because of amnesia.....And It hit me like a damn train.

It was like something I had expected and thought I was ready for but I could not be anymore unprepared than I was.

They allowed me to come back into the room, the same expectations that maybe it'll trigger her memory.

I walked towards Niklaus' figure while she sat up and looked outside the window with an incomprehensible expression on her face. Her hands were mindlessly picking the loose thread of the white bed sheet. It came to an abrupt stop and her head turns to me out of jolt.

"Oh. Hello. Y-you must be uhm-" she was deep in thought, trying to remember and her eyes light up when she did. Kind of.

"S-sebastian right? The doctor said that your name was Sebastian." She smiles at me. It was like the first time we met all over again. Except she was listening to Queen then and I wasn't dealing with the painful truth that my heart got torn out of my chest hearing that she might never remember me or our time together.

She holds up her hand and I hesitantly walk to her to shake it. I put up the smile and shook her hand as soft as I could.

"Wow. Your eyes are actually blue as fuck. Just like he told me." I couldn't help but chuckle at this. She always did like my eyes. At least I could have that for now.

"I like your eyes too, darling." One corner of her lip tugged and she turned to the metal bars on her bed and turned right back at me.

"But they're not bright like yours though. They're just a regular brown." She says and I had to restrain myself from kissing the goddamn diffidence out of her to never make her doubt the beauty of her eyes ever again.

I can't do that though. Not anymore or not yet anyway. All I could hope for right now is that she'd eventually recover from this.

But for now, I just have to face all this and take on it because she's the only hope for me.

"Yes, they are. But the brownness can never take away the light behind them."