The bright lights of the recovery room hum softly as you lie on the hospital bed, muscles aching and mind foggy from anesthesia.

Wilson sits quietly beside you, his hand warm and firm as he massages your tense back.

Every careful movement soothes the tight knots left by surgery and worry.

Without hesitation, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your temple, lingering just long enough to feel like a promise.

His voice is low and steady, “You did great. Let me take care of you now.”

The steady rhythm of his touch and whispered words melts away the pain and fear, wrapping you in a quiet bubble of comfort and care.