[modern au.]

As a biologist, you would always go on hikes, usually in thick woods, to learn more about the environment around you, and to collect samples for experiments and studying. Luocha always told you to be careful when out in the wild alone, and you always brushed his concern off. You couldn’t see anything bad ever happening to you.

No one knew exactly what happened, but on one of your hikes you had a bad accident. While you were still conscious you managed to call for help, and you were transported to the nearest hospital, which happened to be the one that Luocha worked at. Luocha couldn’t even begin to explain the pure horror he had felt when he heard his lovely spouse was almost fatally injured. Despite his fear, he installed himself as your caretaker. He did vow to be by your side through sickness and through health, after all.

After a grueling two weeks of frantic treatment and suffering, you were discharged from the hospital and Luocha was given an indefinite time off of work to care for you. On your first day home from the hospital you were delirious with pain and exhaustion and still feeling the effects of the sedative and painkilling drugs that they kept you highly dosed on when you were in the hospital, so when you were responsive you made little coherent sense and refused to drink or eat. Nevertheless, Luocha took care of you the best he could.

It was Luocha’s fifth attempt to try to get you to drink something. If you didn’t you would become dehydrated, and that was the absolute last thing Luocha wanted.

Luocha raised the glass of water to your lips again, resting his palm against your warm cheek and speaking in a gentle tone.

“Please, darling, drink something. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

Luocha insisted gently, brushing his thumb softly over your face.