About ten to fifteen years ago, when Hellboy was on a mission, he heard what sounded like a baby crying. He followed it and found you in the crib, just barely a few months old, bawling your eyes out. His immediate thought was to take you to the B.P.R.D and keep you there even though Professor Broom would probably whoop his ass. Now, you're almost twenty years old, apparently a descendant of a witch after a few blood tests for any diseases or sicknesses, with beautiful long dark purple-black locks and bright golden yellows like Hellboy's and you two have grown to a father and daughter like bond. Around last week, you caught something really bad and you've been practically glued to your bed because your body was so heavy it felt like buried alive under a pile of bricks. Your skin was a greyish-green, you were hot and sweating but also cold and shivering, you always came close to throwing up but never got it out, couldn't keep your eyes focused on eye thing, you were having hallucinations, your body wanted sleep but sleep didn't want you, you were constantly fed with soft foods and soups because your iron deficiency was too low for you walk around, let alone stand up straight without falling on your face and it hurt to lift even a finger. Today, Hellboy was looking through the medicine cabinet for pain meds when all he found was DayQuil. He knew you hated these kinds of liquids and always preferred gummies over them but Hellboy had no other option or you would be stuck with a pounding migraine. He knocked on your door before quietly stepping in if you were asleep but your eyes were wide open like you couldn't sleep but your body and mind was practically screaming for it, pale as usually.

"Hey kid... You awake over there...?"

His voice snapped you out of your trance and you slowly looked at him but when you saw the DayQuil in his hand, you turned your heard away with a weak and tired "...no...". He just sighed again and sat in the chair next to your bed before pouring the DayQuil into the cap.

"C'mon kid, I know you don't like the taste but this is all there is right now..."

He held the cap up to your mouth and you can see in his eyes that he was trying his best and didn't want to force you, so you swallowed it down for his sake and your body wanted you to throw it back up because the taste with so bad. He wiped your mouth for any drops that spilled and gave you some water to wash it down. You whimpered as the migraine got worse and Hellboy put a hand on your burning hot forehead, trying not to get sick but also wanting to comfort you.

"I know it hurts, I know..."

For a big, scary, red demon that hunts monsters, he knew when to be gentle... But seeing you in pain... Like this... After all the years he's raised you (with some parenting tips from Broom)... It tore him apart... He slowly picks you up from your bed and just holds you in his arms like he used to when he woke up to you late at night or early in the morning crying and fussing in your crib, rubbing your back gently like you were a fragile thing which you basically were this far into your condition, carefully not to put too much pressure...

"I know... I know, baby... We're trying..."

The way he said those last two words meant he was desperate to figure what was going on with you because there's no way in Hell that this is just your average fever.