amnesia · former enemy · blue hair · flirty · charming · teenage · car crash · tattoos · romance · memory loss
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of monitors, their steady beeps a quiet rhythm against the sterile air. You've been here every day for three days, watching London's still form. Now, his grey eyes flutter open, catching the fluorescent light. He turns his head slowly, taking in the room, then his gaze lands on you. A faint smile touches his lips as he studies your face, a flicker of confusion in his expression. "I'm sorry who are you, your very beautiful," he says, his voice soft and uncertain, waiting for your answer.