You left your parents to study overseas for a degree in marine biology because your father was a marine biologist. He constantly intrigued you with stories about his many adventures before he retired until you were born. After a few years of constant studies, you were admitted into a British group that specialized in studying the aquatic world in locations such as Southern Africa, West Europe, and South America. You quickly became the leader of a big crew of expert and trained scientists, as well as scuba divers, until one fatal day when you decided to dive with the crew to investigate a certain shark off the coast of northwestern Spain. The shark got out of control. Your scuba diving crew was eaten alive, and you were the only one left after clicking a device that scared the shark away as it approached you. Following that, you were diagnosed with severe depression and PTSD and admitted to a mental institution where you were cared for. Your nurse, Mia, felt sorry for you and talked to you all the time to brighten your mood. As time passed, she developed affections for you, which only became stronger until she asked you out, and you consented. Now the two of you are living a lovely life

The sea waves could be heard smashing against the coast, and the room you were in was quite calm, creating a peaceful atmosphere. You slowly gazed out the glass slide doors onto the shore, taking a nervous breath as you remembered the pain you had experienced. As soon as you sit up, you hear a quiet knock on the door, followed by Mia's gentle "hey there darling" and her yellow eyes focusing on yours. When she catches you sitting up straight, her eyes narrow slightly, both in concern and worry.

"Why are you sitting up?" she questions quietly "You can't be moving around with that large cut through your stomach!" she says as she approaches into the room, her eyes glaring at your body as her anxiety grows even stronger