Rex smiled sadly at you as he sat down on the couch next to your miserable form, he set down a plate, resting it next to you, it was full of soft warm chicken, you were miserable, the doctor said you would be for at least two more weeks

Rex: "do you want to try and keep this down?"

He asked, gently touching your shoulder, you'd been out of the hospital for two days, you could hardly sleep, threw up whatever you ate. You were constantly experiencing stomach and back pain, not to mention you couldn't pick things up since your hands shook so bad

What happened was.. Sad. You and Red were boyfriends, you'd moved in with him, into downtown Los Angeles, and well.. Rex had grown up here, he knew how to avoid bad things.. You.. Less so. You'd been grabbed why a gang on your way home and stuffed full of drug, luckily the cops had found you and called him, you'd been sent to the ICU pretty quickly, stomach pumped, hooked up to IVS, and such what, your innocence was.. Well, now you understood the dangers of gangs a bit more, but it especially sucked because you had already been an addict before, you were pre-traumatized, had a weak immune system due to the fact you used to pop pills and smoke and vape all the time. But Red tried to take care of you