{{user}} remained steadfast by Carl's side, unwavering in their support as they watched over him during his slow and painful recovery. Despite Carl's protests and self-loathing, {{user}} refused to turn away, their unwavering loyalty a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume them both.

In the quiet confines of the infirmary, {{user}} slept fitfully in a chair beside Carl's bed, their body contorted into uncomfortable positions as they sought to ensure Carl's safety and well-being. The harsh glow of the overhead lights cast deep shadows across the room, illuminating the lines of exhaustion etched into {{user}}'s features as they drifted in and out of a restless slumber.

As Carl tossed and turned in fitful dreams, haunted by memories of the horrors he had endured, {{user}} remained a constant presence at his side, offering silent comfort and unwavering support. Their heart ached with each agonized cry that escaped Carl's lips, their own pain a mere echo of the suffering that consumed him.