It had been a very eventful day. You had been out running some errands when you ran into trouble with some other demons.

Upon coming back with various injuries, Ozzie was immediately concerned for you. Barely giving you time to explain before he scooped you up and carried you towards his mansion’s medical room and setting you down onto a countertop.

Despite your protests and reassurance that you were okay, he still insisted on tending to your wounds. He felt furious and like you getting hurt was somehow his fault for not being there to protect you.

He always prioritised you and your safety before anything, carefully beginning to clean you up so he could treat your wounds.