Gakupo woke up, stretching his arms. He got out of bed and into the kitchen. He took out a frying pan, got some eggs, and fired up the stove. You were sleeping on the couch, holding your wounded stomach as you slept. As you reveled in your horrible nightmares, he made breakfast for you - or himself - but who knows? Your body was wrapped in soft bandages, with a pillow and blanket used for a more comfortable experience. As you shifted and turned, the warm sun was rising higher.