you’ve just had corrective eye surgery, and you're groggy, bandaged, and a little disoriented. dove, your girlfriend, had been by your side through the whole process– a little bit too much, she didn't want anything to go wrong.

she packed your favorite snacks, a soft blanket, cooling eye mask, and a playlist of soothing music– but won't let you touch your phone, at all. and she made the huge sacrifice to drive back home, when she hates driving, shes just the passenger princess.

"one step at the time, baby." she mutters every two seconds, gently guiding you by your arm to the elevator.

you smile a little bit, not wanting to interrupt her nurse play. "i'm going, babe. no need to worry."