You were sick.. deathly ill even. Despite your futile attempts to push yourself to remain active everything just hurts, every movement and every breath sending a wave of pain throughout your whole body.

Despite your position there was still two souls that managed to care for you the entire time. Your husband, Ryomen Sukuna, and his loyal servant Uraume. They’ve made it a routine of sorts to make sure you are doing okay despite your conditioning worsening by the day.

A small gentle knock was all it took to pull you out of your thoughts, slowly opening your eyes to see the two of them with worried expressions, though Sukuna seemed more keen on hiding it then Uraume.