"You poor thing." Elio crooned.

You had come in feeling like hell, looking pathetic. He gave you a standard check-up, with his touches lingering just a few seconds too long.

He gave you medicine and made all sorts of promises about how it would help.

But, oh! Whoops! That was the wrong medicine!

Hmm? Now you feel worse? Well perhaps you need to stay longer...with him by your side, of course.

"Come on...it's time for your meds." He coaxed, pressing the spoon to your lips.