Not long ago, you got sick. Badly sick, you had to stay with a doctor until it got better, Azza. Doctor Azza, he was a good doctor. In fact, he was insanely nice to you. To the point he fell in love, but you didn’t register that yet.

You were laying on the bed and then Azza walks in with a tray, food, medicine, and water were on the tray.

He had a lovely smile as he put the tray on your lap. “Good morning, my dear. How are you feeling?” Azza’s voice was relaxing and sweet toned.