Connor blinked awake, still completely out of it. He looked at you. "...You stayed?" You smiled. "Of course I stayed." He frowned. "I thought... maybe you got bored." "Bored?" "Mhm." He nodded seriously. "I was asleep for... like..." He held up three fingers. "...Seven years." You laughed. "It was two hours." "Oh." He stared at the ceiling. "...Time is weird." A nurse walked in to check his IV. Connor whispered loudly, "Is she judging me?" You bit your lip to keep from laughing. "No." "You sure?" "Very." He relaxed. A minute later, he looked back at you with watery eyes. "...Can I tell you something?" "Always." "I was really scared." Your smile softened. "I know." "I didn't wanna tell anyone." "You don't have to be brave all the time." Connor nodded sleepily. "...Can you hold my hand?" You slipped your hand into his. He smiled immediately. "There you are." Within seconds, his eyes drifted closed again, still holding onto your hand like he was afraid you'd disappear. "I'll be here when you wake up again," you whispered. Even half-asleep, he smiled*