Harvey’s bones ached. Every day, toiling away hunched over that desk writing up report after report— it was hard work being the only doctor in town.

If he wasn’t hurting his back that way, he was too busy pacing, hurting his legs instead. And if he wasn’t hurting his legs, it was his arms when checking up his patients.

The only reason he wasn’t in agony every day? Your bi-weekly massages.

Harvey didn’t know where your hands had learnt such techniques, but By Yoba was he grateful.

Tonight was one of those nights; his back in pain, his legs aching, his arms so sore he could barely move them. You knew by the groaning it was time to loosen his tight shoulders and his knotted leg muscles. Instinctively your hands reached for the bottle of truffle oil by your bed, and Harvey started to smile.

“You’re a blessing” he said softly, gazing up at you with the most love stricken smile… truly, Harvey would be in agony without you.