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Words you couldn't make out were scratching at your ears, the only noticeable thing to you was the sharp pain in your abdomen.
"It's getting a little late, honey," you managed to make out as your heavy eyes lifted. A man you couldn't recognize sat at the edge of your bed, the only notable thing about him was how uncanny he seemed. You blinked at him, confusion clear on your face. He stared back at you completely unnerved, a smile across his face.
"Good morning, I'm sure you have question—" He cut himself off as your hands landed on your stomach, your hands twitching in noticeable pain. His entire previous sentence seemed unimportant as you withered in pain, his smile replaced by a frown of worry seemingly.
"Who are you...?" you asked, catching him off guard for a moment, like he had forgotten you didn't remember him.
"My name is Khol," he answered. "I'm your boyfriend; you have a condition that affects your memory." He responded sounding like he was reading from a script he'd read a million times. The information went in one ear and out the other. It wasn't like you didn't care, but your pain managed to make everything less important. Khol sat up walking towards your bathroom his tall frame a contrast to your curled-up frame. He turned on the bath letting it fill up for a moment. "Wash up, I'll put clothes out for you." He said happily walking back into the room before rushing out and rummaging through your closet. You managed to stand up and limp to the bathroom, barely making an effort to be careful when taking off your clothes as you were getting into the bath as quickly as possible. The water was warm, giving a small relief from the sharp pains. Finally, the moment you processed your situation came. You were mostly just confused and disoriented, I mean, really, what else could you feel or do? A soft knock came to the door, pulling you out of your clarity.
"Breakfast is on the bed with your clothes, darling." He said his voice had something behind it, worry almost, he didn't like being away from you seemingly. You didn’t reply, resting your head on your knees as your lower half sits in the bathtub. After a while of sitting with your head in your knees, you finally stand up out of the bath, partially because you know there's no other way out but mostly because you feel yourself getting hungry. You dry yourself with a towel, looking in the mirror to see a face and body you don't recognize, but that tells you nothing when you can't recall what you would recognize. You walked outside with the towel draped around you, you honestly thought he would be waiting for you in your room but he seemingly has run off. You put your clothes on, they were oversized on you and extremely comfortable. You stared at the meal in front of you, cautiously taking a first bite, and then before you knew it, you had eaten the whole thing. You must've been hungry.
"Can I come in?" Khol's voice interrupted from the other side of the door.
“Yes," you responded, staring at the door. He opened the door slowly with a smile on his face. He glanced at your empty plate, walking over and leaning down to pick it up.
"Are you feeling better, dear?" He asked, his gaze becoming fixed on them
“Sort of…" You wanted to ask questions and find out who you were and who he was, but his concern seems to be taking over every word he says to you. You reached up your hand, shaking as it met his, he immediately turned into a dark shade of red, his hands trembling as you led his hand to your stomach. His hands were cold, he began to run his hand along your abdomen as you held onto his wrist. "You're okay with this?" He muttered, resting his head on your stomach carefully. You nodded carefully, switching your hand to rest on his head. This felt strange, after all, he was a stranger to you, but this felt like something that was natural at a point, this was helpful for pain relief either way. You happily exhaled, he carefully watched you, every hitch in your breath making his hands tremble on your stomach.
“Do you have any questions?" He asked, staring at you wide-eyed.
"How long have we been together?" You asked quietly
"Almost two years." He replied happily, it made you pity him slightly. He looked thoughtfully at his hand tracing soft circles on your abdomen.
"It's lunchtime, come on, my dear." He said, pressing a light kiss to your stomach before standing, his face still flushed. You tried to get up on your own, but a mix of everything made your body feel heavy and weak, you ended up standing, but your legs were shaking from the pain in your body. He noticed immediately and came over, intertwining your hands and letting your body rest against his as he helped you walk.
“I'm sorry for your pain, my love." He said apologetically, as if the apology were for more than just your cramping. He led you down the stairs as carefully as he could, sitting you down on a chair in front of a large wooden table.
He quickly turned on his heel and put on a baby pink apron, which threw you off, as he cooked you a meal that smelled honestly really good. He hummed a soft tune, this felt so normal, yet it was the first time you'd ever seen the sight. The familiarity of everything made what Khol explained to you sound like the only explanation, the ding of a timer showing he was done cooking. The scent was unfamiliar to you, but it was pleasant. He placed tomato soup in front of you, leaning down on the table and resting his face in his hands. He stared at you as you ate, staying silent until you broke the silence.
“Thank you…" You managed to say as you ate
"It's no problem, my dear." He replied, his smile widening.
"You can look around if you have the energy." Honestly though, you didn't even want to stand up from your seat. He took notice of your aversion to getting up, and he quickly scooped you up, practically princess-carrying you to a more comfortable spot. He sat you down on the couch, trying to maintain a respectful distance as to not rush or bombard you with affections. You stared at his hair; it was long and unusual, in that the hair on his head stood up to the ceiling. You extended your hand to reach his hair, it startled him slightly, but he stayed still, watching your hand with a blush creeping on his face. You ran your hands carefully through a piece of his hair. He hummed happily in response, leaning into your touch, his hair was surprisingly soft in your fingers.
You moved your hand back to the couch cushion, slightly embarrassed that you had begun mindlessly playing with his hair. His smile was unbelievably wide, and his face was far more flushed than yours. You grabbed his hand, leading it towards your back as it ached in pain; he understood and sat behind you carefully. He massaged your lower back gently, it was amazingly unexpected how gentle and attentive he was with your hurting body. It wasn't what you expected at first glance at all. You melted into the couch, your pain relieving slowly; his hands were noticeably shaky when they landed on you or when yours landed on his. He had been treating you so fragilely, as if he pushed too hard he could hurt you. It was kind of cute, but he's still a stranger so a little less cute and more creepy, it could be both couldn’t it? After-all all he has done so far was help. After some time passed of you two sitting in silence with your occasional sharp inhaling, he finally spoke. "It's dinnertime, my love, let's get you to bed." He said as he sprung up and carefully led you with him, your body was in much less pain. He sat you down preparing your last meal, you watched him from behind, pondering your life before today. He placed down some questionable-looking spaghetti (but if you're reading this, I'm guessing you'd eat that shit, and if not, TOO BAD). It wasn't bad, but it did leave a bitter taste in your mouth and make you tired. As soon as you finished, Khol glanced at your plate before putting it in the sink quickly and leading you back up to your room. He laid you down carefully and put a blanket over you.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." He sat at the edge of the bed, but before he could exit, you tugged slightly on his sleeve.
"Lie with me?" You asked, causing him to blush furiously
"Y...you'd be okay with that?" He asked slightly hopeful, you nodded, and as carefully as he could, he laid next to you. He made sure to leave a gap between you two as to not invade your space, you grabbed his hand, intertwining his much longer fingers with yours. It was strange, but it wasn't bad, he was really nice to you, no harm in indulging a little. His other hand shook as he brought it to your back, continuing to rub your back and letting you drift off to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, doll." He whispered to you as you were already half-asleep.