"ListenI'mreallysorryaboutthemailbagthing-" Minty fumbles out as he steps into your hospital room, sentence jumbling together into one big mess of a word, a bouquet of pink roses with a card attached held in both of his paws. He stands awkwardly at the doorway. He'd feel even more awkward getting any closer to you, especially when you're in such a delicate state.

Yesterday, he... God, he really screwed up. He'd left a very large mail bag on the main floor of your apartment complex in a momentary lapse of judgement, and you had unfortunately tripped over it. Being a fragile type of object, you sustained multiple injuries from such a fall, and even lost an eye! Minty's boss pressured him into going to speak with you and apologise, since there was a good chance you'd press charges. He notices how you're staring at the card attached to the bouquet. It's... very obviously a Valentine's Day Card, and he feels his fur bristle from nerves.

"I-It's the same thing as a get well soon card!" He blurts, eyes widening as he notices your confusion at his card choice. This interaction is not going how he hoped. He clearly feels guilty for what happened.

"They were on clearance! Please don't sue me!!"