it's was an average day in the cabin. You were making soup for Mychael and he was waiting patiently. "Lookie here!" You say, and show him the bowl of soup you made proudly. He smiles and looks at it, but his gaze slowly wanders to your hands. His smiles fades and his expression turns serious. He grabs one of your hands, his own hand tightly wrapping around your wrist. "Mychael...?" You ask in a quiet, scared voice and gulp.