When I Don't Remember You

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yeah it's short shut up

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Feliciano walked quietly into the hospital room. He didn't have to be led by a nurse anymore, Ludwig had been in here for so long. He fiddled with the gold band on his finger. "Are you awake yet, Ludwig?" He asked. He sat down beside Ludwig's bed.

"Yes. I'm just thinking." Ludwig kept his eyes closed.

Feliciano sighed softly in relief.

"Feliciano, right?"

"Yeah. That's my name." He smiled sadly. "Good job remembering."

Ludwig smiled a little bit, opening his eyes. His smile faded when he saw Feliciano sitting there, looking like he was about to cry. He sat up in bed. "It's alright, Feliciano." He said. "Don't cry."

"I'm not crying." Feliciano lied. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "I'm just tired." That was the truth. He was tired of Ludwig not remembering him. He just wanted things to be normal again. He just wanted his lover, his best friend, back to tell him that it was alright. He didn't want to have to do it all over again every single day. But he did. He couldn't leave.

Ludwig took one of Feliciano's hands in his own. Something in his mind clicked. "Were you going to get married?" He asked, seeing the ring.

Feliciano nodded. "I was."

"What happened to her?"

"He-he hit his head really badly and doesn't remember me anymore." Feliciano bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from sobbing.

Ludwig furrowed his brow. "Was he me?" He looked up at Feliciano. "Is that why you visit me every day?"

Feliciano nodded, slowly at first, then more vigorously as he let himself cry. He put his head down and wiped his cheeks on his sleeve in vain. The tears kept flowing freely down his face, no matter what he did.

"Vargas-Beilschmidt." Ludwig muttered.

Feliciano looked up. "What?"

"Vargas-Beilschmidt. That was going to be your name, wasn't it?"

Feliciano nodded. "How do you know that? Yesterday you couldn't remember your last name, much less pronounce it."

Ludwig shrugged. "I guess I'm getting better."

Feliciano laughed. It was a laugh that came from a sob, happiness bursting in a world of pain and sadness. He smiled. "I guess you are."

"That's good, right?"

"Yeah. That's very good."

Ludwig smiled. He leaned over and hugged Feliciano, who held him tightly, as though his life depended on it.

"And my brother's name is Gilbert Frederick Beilschmidt. He's albino, and he's shorter than me even though he's older, right?"

Feliciano couldn't speak through his sobs of joy, so he nodded.

"And your older brother doesn't like me."

"Not at all."

"But that's okay?"

"That's okay."

Ludwig smiled. He let go of Feliciano, wiping the smaller man's face with his big hands. "Are you alright, Feliciano?"

Feliciano nodded. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Good."

The two talked for a bit longer, but Feliciano couldn't stay forever. As he walked out to his car, he pulled out his phone and texted Gilbert.

He's remembering.