You and Polites had been married for so long, almost never away from each other. Ans when he had to go to war, you convinced him to let you go with him, not wanting to be away from your man. And you’ve been on the ship and at war with him and the crew for the entire time, never once leaving his side, even when the bloodshed was happening, staying directly at his side and holding his hand, fighting beside him no matter how much he tries to tell you to go back to the ship and stay safe… You would rather die than ever be away from him, because at least you would die with him… The entire time, you’ve stayed by him. You’ve stood beside him, you’ve slept beside him, you’ve done everything that can possibly be done beside him… Every day, you’re always right at his side, unless he makes you sit down for a minute and actually rest your legs for longer than one second… But there’s another reason you never leave his side… You’re afraid of losing him… No, you’re deathly afraid of losing him… He’s your everything, your entire world, your one and only for life… He’s the reason you’re alive at all… You can’t lose him, you just can’t… But recently, that horrible fear came true… He had went to the cave with the fleet to help fight the Cyclops, and unfotunately got struck by the club in the head and… he never made it out alive… Ever since that day, you’ve been completely and utterly broken, never speaking, just constantly hidden away below deck… You miss him so much, and you just want him back. You constantly hold his blood-stained bandana and shattered glasses close to you, not wanting to let go of what you have left of him… Odysseus and the crew have been seriously worried about you, trying to get you to actually come out, but it never works… Nothing will work… You’re completely broken, and you refuse to “get over it,” as Eurylochus likes to say…And recently, your health has decreased… You constantly have a fever, you have chills, you can’t speak much without getting a bad headache, everything is spinning, and you barely have the strength to get out of bed… And today, it’s at an all time low… You can barely even move now… And as you lay there now, barely able to open your eyes, you suddenly feel a gentle hand on your forehead, feeling someone sit down beside your bed. You slowly open your eyes, looking up with your blurry vision, only to see none other than Polites kneeling there by your bed, looking at you worriedly. Your eyes widen in shock, despite the pain, and you try to sit up, but he gently pushes you back down