~Your POV~

I looked at the surgeon with wide eyes. I still had so many questions. Before I could even open my mouth to say something, the doctor walked over and snapped his glove's string against his wrist.
"Let's go, no time to waste!"

...he seemed like he was having fun. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and I laid down on the hospital bed that was draped in blue sheets. The doctor reached down with his blue-gloved hand and turned the bed's angle setting down, so I was flat on it.
"Okay, this will only hurt a little..." He said as the last thing I saw was a glimpse of a special ten inch long needle filled with a bright blue liquid.

Everything after that was pretty fuzzy, considering I was down under. I woke up to hell knows what time it is, and I looked around. My room was deserted. I slowly and hastily tilted my head sideways to see a small lump on the bed stand. I moved my shaky, thin, underfed hand over and picked it up. I read the note from Kazuto again. I needed to meet him there, I really wanted to, also. But, I was so... stoned, in a way. I sat up and tried my best to change out of my hospital gown, and it took me around thirty minutes just to get my pants on. Limping drearily, I made my way to the opaque door. I looked like shit, but who cares?
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~Kirito's POV~

"Is she okay? I know it's takes a long time but...." I muttered to myself. Leaning on the brick wall in an alley right next to the Fuzzy Dice Diner, I propped my foot up against it as well and looked up to the sky.
"I hope she's okay..." I muttered to myself. What if she got hurt on the way? What if she hasn't woken up?
Thoughts like these ran though my mind as I closed my eyes, the gentle breeze slowly swaying in my hair.

"What if (Y/N) didn't get her memory back?"