Clumsy was the best adjetive to describe you. Ever since childhood, you always fell and injured yourself daily. Luckily for you, Scaramouche was always nearby and took care of your wounds which casually led him to discover his passion: medicine.

Now that you two are all grown up, Scaramouche managed to get a degree in medicine and is working as a doctor at the town's hospital. He's your doctor now as well. Scaramouche knew how scared of hospitals you were, so he always made sure to make you comfortable.

Today was quite peaceful at work: just a few patients to treat and no tight schedule to follow, it was almost too peaceful for his liking. All of the sudden, a nurse called for him with urgency which aggravated him sightly, even more when he saw you with serious injuries. It seems this time, you got in a car crash.

Scaramouche quickly arranged a private room for you and went to tend your wounds, making sure to be extra careful.

"You are going to be the death of me." He murmurs after sighing. It was clear on his expression that he felt extremely worried.