She woke up to a pure white ceiling with a fairly dulled out light set right above her. Even though it wasn't actually blaring it sure felt like it, after all, it had been forever since she had seen any form of light.

"It... hurts..." she managed to croak from her dry throat, trying to close her eyes again.

She suddenly heard something drop to the ground, making her eyes shoot open. Her ears must have been just as sensitive as her eyes to have heard what sounded like a bouquet drop to the ground.

Returning to sleep seemed pointless at this point. She slowly sat up and turned her gaze to the ground, seeing a bouquet of roses fairly far away from her and laying next to someone's feet. The roses seemed like they just bloomed, telling by the vibrant red colors.

Red... Somehow... she didn't like the color, although, it was wrapped with some pure white paper and tied off with a purple ribbon, her favorite color.

"Favorite color"...? That was weird, how come she can recognize her favorite but not that person that came in with it?

"Rob...in...!"

She looked up, carefully examining his features.

He wasn't toned with high defining muscles or anything special like that, but he didn't seem too bony or weak. Thin? Definitely, telling by the school uniform and shoulder bag he seemed to be a high school student still. There was a bit of muscle that slightly stood out from his arms. Maybe he does a bit of fencing?

The shape of his face definitely confirmed he was still a high school boy, maybe a year younger than her. A noticeable feature about him was his white hair that had the slightest of hint of pink and what seemed to be a ring hanging off of one of his ears that seemed to be the only one pierced.

"Robin...!" the boy gasped again, he then ran over and hugged her tightly, not caring if he trampled the roses he dropped and knocked down what sounded like vases filled with water and more bouquets.

"H...uh...?" she croaked yet again.

"Oh! You need water!" the boy seemed to quickly realize.

As he quickly sat down on the side of the bed and opened his bag she looked at the ground right below her bed. She saw dozens of vases placed around the bed and were now on the ground because of the boy. These vases held flowers of all sorts of different health.

She saw a good amount of flowers she could recognize: more red roses, daisies, white lilies, apple blossoms, red carnations, yellow pansies, red tulips, and forget-me-nots.

If she remembered correctly and obviously telling by the name, a forget-me-not's meaning is something along the lines of 'remembrance/memories of love'. That really struck something. Someone or people got this for her, hoping that she would remember about the times they've spent together, but...

"Here." she turned a saw the boy, grinning as he held out a half-finished water bottle.

"Thank... you..." she opened it and gulped down the rest of the water.

"No problem, Robin!" he smiled.

'Robin'? He's been saying that so many times now.

"Who..."

"Yeah?"

She cleared her throat before continuing, "Who's Robin?"

"Eh...?" the smile the boy had slowly dropped into pure shock.

"Is something wrong?" such a facial expression made her feel worried. Who knew worry would be the first emotion she feels after sleeping for what felt like decades.

"I..." he gulps and forces a smile, "I see that... you've lost your memories..." she saw something slowly glisten down his cheek.

"Haha... what should I do now...?" he forces a laugh out, but slowly cringes as choked out sobs come out. The only instinct she had was to embrace him, waiting until he stopped crying.

"Aahh..." he sighs after they check her out and exit the hospital, both holding tons of bags filled with flowers and vases, "That was embarrassing..."

"There's nothing wrong with crying," she said.

The boy stares at her for a while before letting out a small chuckle, "You used to say the same thing to me before you ended up in the hospital. Now I'm feeling slightly even more embarrassed, Robin."

"Why do you keep calling me a bird?" she stares at him oddly.

"I don't know what your parents were thinking when you were born," he chuckles again, "Let's just start with the basics: your name is Robin."

Robin continues to stare at him, "I really like it when you smile."

His mouth immediately clamps shut and he blushes as red as the roses he got for her, "Why are you so good at embarrassing me...?" he murmured, trying to cover his faces with his hand.

She giggled, "Because Olivia passed down her shyness to you, Inigo!"

Both suddenly paused when Robin giggled that very sentence.

"You... You remembered my name...!" Inigo looked overjoyed, throwing his arms around Robin like he did in the hospital earlier.

Although the position was rather uncomfortable due to the vase and random stems in the bags laying or poking her head and back, a dozen questions swam around her head:

How did she remember two names?

Who was Olivia?

What relations did she have with Inigo?

Why doesn't the hug right now feel... right? Robin didn't know why this specific hug felt incorrect for some odd reason. Maybe it was just those annoying vase bumps and pointy stems, but at that moment it felt like something was nagging her to do something.

"Sorry, that was probably uncomfortable," he nervously chuckled after removing his arms along with the bags away from her.

"It's... okay..." she murmured.

Inigo stared at her for a second, maybe to make sure she wasn't lying or something along the lines of that, then pointed across the street, "Come on, Robin, let's go home," he smiled.

Once the crosswalk sign turned green, Inigo started walking onto it but noticed Robin didn't move from her spot as people walked around her, "Is something wrong?"

That made Robin stop zoning out and run after Inigo until the other side of the road before the sign turned red, "N-Nothing!" That was a lie.

There was something wrong once she saw him stop in the middle of the road, which made her zone out. The truth as to why? She didn't know.