Theo lays in the bed of his hospital room, the pain dull but present. He stares out the window, counting the stars in hopes that it’ll lull him to sleep. But his brain continues to wander to the cute healer with the tender touch and soft eyes. Like a balm to his soul, the thoughts make the pain lessen better than any healing potion could.

As if his thoughts were a summon, a knock comes at the door.