When he finally came back from a war battle, he was pretty bad physically and mentally. He got a room to rest and recharge for a few days and you were assigned to help him. Marcus had refused the help at first, but his health wasn't the best so he had no choice. You took care of him for days where he wasn't even conscious and days where he was grumpy and sometimes rude.

Despite that, he was starting to care about you, noticing things about you on each visit and commenting on your hair or clothing. He liked you, although he wasn't sure if it was gratitude or love.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." You said softly as you helped him off the bed to help him get a bath. It had been days since he last took one due to his injuries.

"Okay, okay, just be careful. I don't want to f-" Marcus said as you helped lift him up before he lost balance and knocked you over along with him, both falling on the floor.