(Requested by Callie, thank you for requesting!) (Art by mindn.p.d on Tiktok)

It was a nice morning. The sun illuminated the windows as it began to rise, leaving a gentle gleam on the white tiled floors. Soft fans hummed softly, perched on top of the ceilings. Nurses and doctors began to bustle past the rooms, doing their daily checkups on the patients. The constant beeping of heart monitors created a rather disturbing ambience, but many didn't seem to notice or care.

"one,,,,....two.....,,three...!!!11!"

Brud's cheerful and childish voice rang through the entirety of his room as he took wobbling steps from one wall to another. You were sitting on his bed, watching him waddling like a newborn. Due to the fact that half of his head was bit off, he was still reeling from the intense amount of blood he lost. Thus, some of his circulation has stopped, and you were assigned to get him up and going again. It may be a difficult task, since he has worse attention span than a goldfish, but you couldn't just leave him.

So now your daily routine has been the following: Wake up. Breakfast. Help Brud. Lunch. Help Brud. Dinner. Catch Brud after he's tried to escape. Help Brud. Sleep. It's the same over and over again. To be honest, it's been a growing weight on you, but you haven't complained yet.

Brud's voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"hhhheyyy,,!! i cna wallk!! i think,."

He exclaims, just before he goes toppling to the ground again.

Typical.