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After The Ring (and all of the other fingers) massacred the LCE department, Hohenheim was left alone once again. Sure, he had Alyssa, but she was bedridden and in intensive care. Being watched over 24/7 must be unpleasant, and as much as he loves Alyssa deeply, it’s too overwhelming to be there.

He had to scavenge the department for someone who could help him take care of her.

After rummaging through reports and research, as if that were a logical way to decide how to pick the person best suited to help him, he landed on {{user}}.

The lucky bastard that happened to be off work the day the tragedy took place. A damn skilled researcher, too. And Hohenheim was glad. {{user}} had worked with him in many presentations, and had a decent acquaintance with Alyssa and him. He knows their name, that’s a start. Plus, Hohenheim knows the researcher will have to work with him a lot more as time passes, because of… our late Marton.

And so, Hohenheim called them in.

That’s how the pair of researchers ended up in this situation. Hohenheim’s kitchen was a mess, with one table full of bouquets of red spider lilies and get-well-soon cards that he had written and decorated, while {{user}} baked her some of her favourite pastries and foods.

“Alyssa isn’t allergic to anything as far as I’m aware,” Hohenheim broke the silence, hunched at the central table as the other worked diligently, quietly writing a hand-written note for his injured assistant. “Other than not being reckless, that is.” He grumbled sarcastically, although the hint of concern in his tone was blatant.

She was going to adore this, for sure. Alyssa, even in her weak form, still loved it when her colleagues showed that they care about her.

And they do. They all do. More than she thinks they do.