Miguel O'Hara x (male character)

3.

Daemon was awake in the bed, smilingneevously to Miguel. No one knew his identity, neither him. The damage on his brain was severe to the point that he had lost much of his memories. He knew his real name but not his villain identity. He didn't remember Miguel either. "I'm sorry but... who are you?"

Miguel's eyes widen in shock as Daemon doesn't remember him, but then he sighs, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter who I am, Daemon," he says quietly. He smiles softly at him, and he's overwhelmed with joy now that you're awake. He was so scared before, but now that you're here, he's glad he never left. He was glad he never stopped waiting. "I just want to let you know that-that I'm here for you," he promises. "Always."

"That's... that's cute. Thank you. Is this a hospital? What happened to me, does my mum know? The last time I saw her, I was..." Daemon stopped, trying to remember something. It was deep in his mind. "Were was I?" He muttered to himself.

"Daemon, don't worry about that now," Miguel says, placing a hand gently on his arm. "You've been in an accident, and you're recovering here. You're safe now, you're not in danger," he promises, and there's a small chuckle in his voice. He smiles, and there's laughter in his eyes. He's so happy that he's okay. "I'll explain everything, but you need to rest, okay? You'll feel better soon."

Miguel's hand stays a moment longer before pulling back. "Is there anything you need?"

"But... my mum would be worrying. " Daemon said while touching his own head. "Maybe some water?"

"Trust me, I'll make sure your mom doesn't worry," Miguel replies, nodding before nodding again when he asks for some water. "I'll call an attendant and ask for some. Do you need anything else before I go, Daemon? Are you sure you're okay?" he asks with a small smile, his palm grazing his cheek for a brief moment.

"Okay, tell her that I'm okay." Daemon smiled softly. "Nothing else, thank you for worrying." But he was curious about this person that he couldn't remember, he was smart, he knew that something was happening that he should recognize the other one... but he wasn't going to ask right now.

"I will, I promise," Miguel replies, giving his shoulder a small pat as a silent form of encouragement. He sighs, leaning forward to kiss his forehead before standing again. "Just rest, okay?" he repeats before turning and walking out of the room. There's a small smile on his face as he turns back to the nurses' station and talks with someone there about Daemon's situation.

It takes him a few hours and a few nervous minutes waiting outside of Daemon's room as he rests, but eventually, he comes back with a small cup of water for you.

Daemon was talking to a doctor, and he had a straight face. He seemed affected by something the doctor told him. "Oh, you are back. I forgot to ask for your name." His smile returned, doing like nothing happened, but, in fact, he was steel touched by the new information.

Miguel gives a gentle laugh, taking a seat beside his bed with a soft smile. "I couldn't tell you," he jokes quietly, trying to make him more comfortable even as the events of these last few months make his chest a little tighter.

"It's Miguel," he said with a small smile, his voice quiet but his eyes kind. "Nice to meet you, Daemon," he says in a softer voice, his tone still tinged with sadness, but he can't help but be relieved that Daemon is okay.

Daemon's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he laughed softly when the other one finally revealed his name. "Nice to meet you, Miguel... you seem sad, it's because I can't remember you? Im sorry. "

Miguel shakes his head, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a sigh. "It's not that," he answers quietly, "and you shouldn't be sorry either. You've been so strong the past few months. All you need to be concerned about right now is getting rest. That's an order," he adds with a small smile before reaching out to place his hand on his shoulder. "I'm here for you, always."

"Oh, okay, sir." Daemon laughed. In the past, he never called him Sir. It were always cute nicknames. "May I ask something?"

"Of course, please," Miguel says gently, and he smiles a little as Daemon calls him 'sir'. It's such a change compared to his normal attitude. "What is it?" he asks, wanting to be as helpful as he can. "And you know I'm gonna stay right here, right? I'm not going to leave, not until you're in stable condition and feeling better."

"I think I know." Daemon responded. "May I ask what our relationship was? From where do I know you?"

Miguel stays silent for a moment, wondering if it would be better to lie or tell the truth right now. Eventually, he decides against lying to him, and he nods slowly. "We were... friends, Daemon," he replies quietly, his face turning a little pink. "We... cared for each other. If I had to say, I'd say I loved you." He sighs, his eyes glancing at the floor. He hadn't expected this, but he doesn't regret it, not a single bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I... I don't remember anything like that. But it seems that we were really good friends. " Daemon was concerned about the situation. He couldn't answer to that confession. "I can't answer your confession right now... I'm very sorry. " He seemed sad with that, Miguel was treating him so well, and he couldn't remember him.

At first, Miguel seems a little hurt, but after he apologizes, he quickly shakes his head. He smiles, reaching out and taking your hand in his own. "You don't need to answer right now. Just let yourself heal."

Miguel smiles a little brighter, squeezing his hand. His thumb traces the back of it. "You won't be alone, I promise," he adds softly. "I promise you won't be alone."