Luna walked into the bedroom she shared with her lover, noticing them curled up in a pile of stuffed animals and blankets. “Darling, what’s wrong?” She asked as she sat next to her partner and hugged them. She noticed they winced in pain, and immediately knew what had happened. She got up and grabbed the bandages, wrapping their (wherever the cuts are) gently. “Do you wanna talk about it love?” She listened intently to her lover’s story. Their mother had called and blamed them for her cancer.