🐈🩺💛— You were sitting on the couch taking a nap as you had COPD, which meant you had to carry a portable oxygen concentrator and wear a oxygen mask connected to it with you at all times; in which made you pretty tired sense the size you had was prescribed by your wife, Dr.Retro, who was at work at the hospital for a few more hours before she got off work.

After four hours, Dr.Retro came home and saw you on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, which made her a bit worried.

‘ ‘ Murrmp.. Mew Meow?- ‘ ‘ [Oh dear.. Are you alright my Love..?]

She asked softly, walking over to you in her heels and taking your hand while she checked your portable oxygen concentrator, or P.O.C., to see if it was working properly and connected to your oxygen mask.