Magnus's POV:

We arrived at the doctors. I was stood by Alec- more like a stranger trapped in his body. Maryse gave the woman at the reception a look, it was clear that she knew her, the woman nodded and Maryse went through the double doors followed by Alec then me.

"Well," The doctor said once we were sat at the chairs in the private little room. "What seems to be the problem?" She looked at Alexander, who was staring down at his hands, which were fiddling with the sleeves of his top. The longer we waited for an answer, the more he fiddled. His hand started to shake and he started to bounce his knee at a rapid pace. One of his hands moved to his knee and tried to stop the shaking. It didn't.

I got sick and tired of watching him struggle. My hand shot to his, which was rested upon his deranged knee. I was expecting him to move his hand away.

Alec's POV:

I flinched, but that was it. My hand didn't move away and my knee stopped bouncing, as did my fiddling. I looked up at him and he gave me a reassuring smile somehow filled with pain. I smiled back and gripped his hand in mine. Our interlocked hands now resting upon my thigh.
"I- I can't seem to remember certain things- certain people." The doctor looked at me with her intent eyes.
"Do you care to explain?"
"Um, yeah. I- I woke up from a comma a couple weeks ago- which you already know. Then I- I-" I couldn't get the words out.
"Then he woke today- all memory of me had been erased from his mind." Magnus cut in, clearly wanting answers.
"Right, and what do you remember?"
"Everything- he says. Everything but me." Magnus's voice started to grow bitter but his grip on my hand simply tightened. I looked at him as he stared at the doctor. All I could think about was the fact that I must've been the luckiest man on the earth if this extravagance wanted to marry me. I grew fonder and fonder of him, the way he tried for me even though he knew I couldn't remember any of the other things he could've possibly done for me.

"Imogen please, what do you think this is?" I heard my mum blurt out.
"Well, by the way you explain it, it seems like they're symptoms of the comma."
"Is that even possible?" She asked.
"Yes it is. It's very rare, but that doesn't mean it never happens. There have been very few accounts of people waking up one day and completely forgetting a big part of their lives, usually it's that one person they thought about before going into the comma." I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I started to blush. I glanced up at Magnus and noticed him looking down at me lovingly.
"You should be fine in a week of so." She said, directing it to me. "But for the time being, you should carry on with your usual daily routine, with the help of friends and family, to try and trigger any memories."
"Thank you, Imogen." My mum said with a loud sigh of relief. Imogen was a close family friend. When my parents were teenagers they used to hate Imogen, but I guess things changed.

We got back to mine and Magnus's apartment. The whole way there was awkward silence. Magnus showed me round the apartment, hoping to jog some memories.

"We always watch movies together on Fridays." He said as it started to near night time.
"Okay..." I said in a quiet voice.
"We'll watch your favourite." He picked up a CD and showed me. A smile grew on my face as I nodded. We sat there and watched the movie and somehow it made me more comfortable. Maybe because it was a comedy and I noticed that me and Magnus had the same sense in humour.

The movie ended.
"That was so good!" I said in the middle of a laugh.
"I die every single time. Anyway, this is around the time you carry me to bed as I fall asleep during the movie." Magnus said and looked at me with a flirtatious grin.
"I'll let you off this time but just remember for future references." He laughed his contagious laugh, which I became familiar with while watching the movie, I felt it vibrate through my body then I started to laugh.

We walked to the bedroom.
"This is your side," He said as I got in to the room. "Anything you need?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks."
"Okay, well I'll sleep on the sofa and-" He started as I cut him off.
"No no, it's fine. You can sleep here too." The rush of confidence confused me but I went along with it.
"You sure? I don't mind sleeping on a sofa- if that's what you're worried about."
"It's not that. It's just- well, why not?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Plus, the doctor did say that I should keep with my usual routine to trigger memories. And I'm almost certain that this was a part of it."
"You do have a point." I stretched out my arms gesturing to his side of the bed, offering the place to him. He walked over and we both got into the bed.

We didn't do anything, just slept. It was comfortable and warm and it felt familiar. I sure could get used to this.