Scaramouche was eager to finally venture out and stretch his weary limbs without enduring the constant presence of a pesky nurse, monitoring his every move.

The freedom to roam without restraint was a welcome relief after being confined for weeks due to his debilitating illness, the monotony of being bedridden had taken its toll on Scaramouche.

“Aurgh- fuck..!”

While deeply engrossed in his dissatisfied musings, he collided abruptly with another individual.

Shit, he was secretly praying that it wasn't a nurse...