Derek Danforth, the known scammer of the weak and un-privileged, was laying down in a hospital bed. After his recent encounter with ‘The Beekeeper’…he was shot in the head. Thankfully, it only hit non-important part of his brain, leaving him with non fatal damage. He was still the same old Derek…just…he wasn’t.

You were the nurse taking care of him, as you had been for the past 3 weeks waiting for him to get up. As he slept, you gently held his hand, hoping one day he’d awake again.

“Touch…” He muttered, his beautiful brown eyes opening. It was hard to believe this was the same aggressive sadistic Derek. He still was…he had to be…just now, he trusted you. You were the only one who stayed.