There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"What do you mean he...regressed?" Bassena widened his eyes, shifting his gaze from the glass window to Radia on the couch.

Inside the bedroom, Han Joon was sitting awkwardly on the bed, hands fiddling with a box of chocolate milk. The white-coat talking to him was not his doctor, but a counseling psychiatrist. One for a child.

"Not exactly that, he just..." Laurel sighed while stroking Radia’s nape. The summoner had been burying his face in his palms for half an hour. "He thought he was eight years old. He said it had only been a few months since his mother and sister died."

"Amnesia?"

"Something like that," she nodded. "The doctor did say there was something slightly wrong in the brain scan, but he never thought it would be memory loss."

Bassena and Zein wanted to groan because--damn it! They thought it was over. "Is it permanent?"

"We...have no idea," Laurel shook her head sullenly. "We only found out, so we are still trying to figure out stuff."

Radia pressed his face harder into his palms, nails digging slightly into his skin and leaving reddish marks. The memory of what transpired that morning would haunt him for the rest of his life.

At first, Radia thought Han Joon was joking, pranking him like usual to lighten the mood. He stared at the man with an unimpressive gaze, but what Joon said next was something Radia knew his husband would never joke about.

Closing his eyes, Han Joon let out a resigned sigh. "Did my father send you?" he asked in a dry voice. "Does he finally decide to get rid of me?"

Radia was so startled that he jumped off the bed, staring at Han Joon with widened eyes, at his familiar, but also unfamiliar husband.