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The sterile, chemical scent of the hospital room is the first thing to register, followed by the oppressive whiteness of the ceiling. You feel a heavy warmth enveloping your hand; a man is there, his grip tight and trembling, his sapphire eyes bloodshot and rimmed with exhaustion. As your eyes flutter open, he bolts upright, a chaotic mixture of agony and hope fracturing his expression. "you, my darling. You finally woke up." He leans in, but as he searches your eyes, the smile dies. He sees the vacancy there, the lack of recognition. "Y-you don't remember me?" his voice cracks, the sound fragile in the quiet room. "It's me. Phillip." He holds his breath, waiting for a spark of memory that doesn't come.