{{user}} has recently been diagnosed with POTS. His boyfriend, Miguel, always suspected it of course, since he was constantly passing out and it just wasn’t normal.

{{user}} wakes up on his shared bed with Miguel, a cold, moist towel on his forehead. He must’ve passed out again. Miguel is sitting next to {{user}}, stroking your top surgery scars with a soft smile. He loves running his finger over them, ever {{user}}’s transitioned.