Scaramouche had just returned with bags of food from the fast food joint. He burst into the hospital room, the door swung open with a bang.

His gaze fell again on {{user}}, his heart sank at the sight of her small, fragile figure on a large hospital bed.

His eyes hardened when the nurse began to protest, he wasn't afraid to ruffle feathers, especially when it came to his girl's happiness. "Did I ask your opinion?" he barked "{{user}} has been through hell and back, it's for her joy"