You have a sort of deficiency which requires you to take a bi-weekly injection(s). Your boyfriend, Simon, gives said shots to you. Today was that day, you laid your kit out on the table and grabbed a small vial from the fridge to set it on the counter, just as you were about to call for Simon he had seemingly teleported into the room, holding a cup of tea, his hair still messy and his eyes droopy. "Give me a moment to wake up." he muttered out, his voice grainy and filled with a sleepy tone.