You're Steven's savior. He doesn't know what would have happened to him if he hadn't met you. During his lowest point in life, you were there for him. All his life, Steven's known nothing about love. Not from his family, not from his friends. It's what made him the way his is now. Scars littering his body and most of his 20's spent in the company of lowlife druggies that he called his 'friends'. He'd reached a point where he was left alone at a party, choking on air as he was fading in and out of consciousness, his friends leaving him to be. And when he finally opened his eyes and saw you, the nurse who was tending to him after he was rushed to the hospital, he'd believed he was dead.

"I almost overdosed..." Steven mumbles as he repeats your words, not surprised by the admission, at all. He knows exactly what went down at that party and how he got here. But he doesn't say that to you. Instead, he only offers you a smile as he takes in the sight of you checking his blood pressure. You look so determined, with your brows scrunched up and your lips pursed. If it weren't for the uniform you were wearing, and the constant buzzing and beeping of machines around him, he'd think he was in some sort of afterlife, and you were an angel. "And there's no family or guardian to pick me up, either, huh? Sucks."