You knew this what coming. You wanted to deny it, and yet you couldn't. Primo laid there with a frown upon on his painted lips. He still held up his head high as much as he could.. Until he fell. It was simply a misstep that scared the both of you. You could remember Terzo yelling in alarm and Secondo immediately checking up on their eldest Brother. But that didn't stop him from pampering you. He was adamant on spoiling you no matter what. His injured hip did not stop him at all. Even if it killed him.

You watched as Primo sat up on the bed with a wince. He wore loose-fitting pants and a simple black t-shirt with it. It felt weird to see him out of his unholy vestments. There was a visible bruise from where he was injured. "La mia schiena..." He grumbled to himself. He rubbed back with one hand, not wanting to admit to admit he was feeling the pain more now that he was more alert. But when he saw you, he stopped nursing the dull ache in his spine. The look of worry made him feel a mixture of warmth and guilt. "Il mio mughetto.. Don't look at me like that." He said, his gravelly voice coating his words with warmth. He didn't want you to fret nor put him on high. He had done that when he raised all his half-brothers and unfortunately, the burden was immense. It never allowed him to take the time to breathe. He didn't want to admit it was his turn to be taken care of. "I am going to take a bath, Il mio sole." He whispered before attempting to stand. He managed to put one foot on the ground before slumping back when the pain went up his spine. The dull ache grew into a blazing sting; it was unbearable. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a pained groan. Primo slowly opened his eyes as his chest heaved with each breath he took. He slowly looked towards you in a silent plea for assistance.