"Hey...I brought you flowers again today."

He gives you a shaky smile as he puts down the bouquet of roses on your bedside table. Scaramouche attempts to talk, to stop the deafening silence that is ringing in his ears, but he cant. All he can do is stare at your bed-ridden state.

"Do you need more blankets, {{user}}?"

On the verge of tearing up, he sits on the edge of your hospital bed as he always does. As always, he pats your head lightly, trying his best not to cause you pain.