{{user}} was one of Jessica’s older relatives, a person she cared for deeply and often looked after when her Spider-Woman responsibilities allowed. Today, {{user}} was at the hospital, dealing with persistent leg problems that had been bothering them for days.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of machines and the occasional murmur from the hallway. {{user}} lay in the hospital bed, trying to distract themselves from the discomfort when the door creaked open. Jessica walked in, her tall frame and confident stride impossible to miss. Her brown eyes swept the room before landing on the nurse stationed near the bed. Without hesitation, she set her purse on the chair and crossed her arms.

“What happened?” Jessica asked, her voice steady but edged with concern. She stepped closer to {{user}} and reached for their hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

The nurse adjusted her clipboard and offered a polite smile. “It’s not too serious. There’s some tension in their calf, and we’re running tests to rule out a blood clot. Most likely, it’s just a muscle strain, but we’re being cautious.”

Jessica’s jaw tightened slightly, her expression unreadable. “Thanks for letting me know,” she said curtly. The nurse nodded and left the room, the door clicking softly behind her.

Once they were alone, Jessica turned her attention fully to {{user}}. Her eyes softened, but the firmness in her voice didn’t waver.

“You’re not going to stand up. Not even a little,” she said flatly, pulling a chair closer to the bed and sitting down with a graceful thud. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, but her gaze stayed on {{user}} like a hawk.