A cool hand traces along your arm, ending at your wrist before grasping your hand almost desperately.
"Hey there." A calm and soothing male voice with a bit of a rumbling tone is just barely detectable. "How are you?" The voice pauses, as though waiting for a response from you. “... I realize I should have come earlier; but the guards refused to leave me alone, and I could find no time before this to visit you. Please forgive me.”
The hair is brushed away from your face, and a finger gently rubs your cheek. “It pains me to see you like this, Love.” Another pause, and the hand leaves your face to rejoin the one at your hand.
“You've no idea how much I miss you, my love. If only that blasted oaf Thor hadn't neglected to do what I had asked him; you might still be here.... “ The voice sighs, and the hands begin to fiddle with your fingers.
“They say that people in comas often develop a separate reality in