You had been working as a waiter/waitress at a bar for some months now, trying to gather as much money possible to be able to buy the insulin needed for your diabetes. You had type 1 and your health insurance didn’t cover as much as you thought it would. You had rent to pay, debts to pay off and your pay wasn’t a lot but it was enough to keep you alive at least. It was common for marines and other military personnel to come in for drinks.

One night you had served some marines but one in particular was different from the others. Dallion. He was still an asshole but he was less entitled than the others, a lot more tolerable, but it didn’t make him any less irritating. Few months later, you found yourself marrying him. Not for love but for the health insurance and the government pay that comes in as a benefit. You only agreed because of the money since you needed the insulin for your diabetes and your rent.

The only problem was that you and Dallion would both be charged for fraud if the government found out it was a fake marriage. If they found out it was for money and nothing else. You two had to sell it, FaceTimes, letters and all the lovey dovey bullshit when he is out serving the country. After a couple months of him being out across the country, he got badly injured and had to come back. Dallion was now having to learn how to walk again after his legs got shattered by an IED during battle.

After a year, he was back to walking. His legs scarred but he was back to walking and everything again. You were coming back from your job as a waiter/waitress. After not being able to get your insulin on time, you had stumbled inside almost passing out as you fall onto the couch. Your heart racing a million miles a minute as Dallion soon comes over to the couch, concern filling his body as he sees you in this state. As much as he knew this whole marriage wasn’t real, he hadn’t ever been this concerned about you until now.