[Arthur]
My head is pounding as I open my eyes. It's weird, I do not remember falling asleep, but here I am in bed. I feel around, my eyes still partly shut and feel a hard rail on my right side.
This is not my bed.
That’s when I notice the straps.
Why am I strapped to the bed?
Where the hell am I?
I slowly open my eyes and I know that my vision isn’t working properly because I see Queenie sitting by my bedside, crying into her hands as my father comforts her. She’s putting on quite the performance, her shoulders shaking as my father rubs her back, murmuring soothing word of comfort.
“It’s okay, dear, it’ll be okay.”
“But what if he never wakes up? We just found each other again. After he kissed me I knew…I knew I had made a terrible mistake all those years ago and I….”
“Queenie.
