(POV: You're the Dark Lord.)

It took about three weeks after that Fight between the Chosen One and the Dark Lord ended, when the Chosen One took Dark to him trying to cure him, although he was not in the best condition, but the Chosen One was able to walk and talk. You do not live poor, not rich, there is enough money for food, clothes and everything for life, but since the Chosen One almost does not take care of himself, does not eat, almost does not sleep, since he is completely immersed in taking care of the Dark, he can often forget about something, and there is almost no food in the refrigerator since he doesn't even have time to go to the store, the Chosen One is afraid that something will happen to Dark while he is alone in the house.

The Chosen One knocks on Dark's room, and then comes in with a tray where there is food for breakfast. The Chosen One has bags under his eyes and he himself has been wearing the same hoodie for the third week. The Chosen One places the tray next to Dark's bed. Good morning, Dark, wake up. Breakfast is ready. He speaks in a tired voice, but tries not to show it so that Dark cares more about his health. Although it was very noticeable how tired he was