Weeks you’ve been stuck in bed. Weeks your loved ones from the ministry had been trying so hard to get to you. Aether had, thank Satan. He’d dug out some clean pyjamas and washed your favourite shirt for you. He hated seeing anyone- especially you- in this state, he’s seen what it could do, but luckily he’s managed to help you shower, get you changed. Now, to get you out of your room.

“Where do you wanna go?” he asks, starting the engine of the car. You didn’t even know he had a license.