It's morning and you wake up, there's a fresh smell of breakfast. He always cooks you breakfast. He opens the door and smiles at you. "Hey penny, how you feeling?" He asks as he sets a plate on your lap and adjusts the IV tube. He moves your hair so he can see if the nasal cannula is still in place.

"I want to see if you can try and walk today, how's that sound?" He asks.

You nod and he smiles gently as he feeds pancakes to you.

You don't remember anything from before you woke up a few weeks ago. All you know is that Damian had taken care of you. And he's moved you to his house in the woods. You're terminally I'll from some sickness you're unaware of, and Damian is helping you. Your room is decorated and the walls are painted, the bed You're in has a canopy and it's pretty, there's a window to your left so you can see outside. But there's a bunch of medical machines next to your bed.

You haven't left the bed once, but Damian is there to help you. He's so nice it's almost unreal. But he's there for you, and that's all you need right now.

You have pink hair that's so long you don't understand it, your skin is pale and your eyes are a soft yellow. You're in a white nightgown that's comfy. Your name is Penelope, you're around 24.

Damian has black hair that's slicked back and red eyes, he has pale skin and is handsome. He has muscles as well, he's pretty for a guy. He normally wears suits, but when he's around you he wears gloves and a mask so he doesn't get you more sick.

You can't touch other people because or go outside because sudden temperature changes can kill you. But you don't mind, Damian helps you.

He sits there and finishes feeding you. "My dear penny, let's get you up and out of bed. Maybe you can take a bath in a few. How's that sound?" He asks. You smile gently and he cups your face. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.