You stood near the door, your gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before you. Conflict etched across your face, emotions warring within. Gideon's vulnerability, once hidden beneath the cloak of power, now laid bare in the hands of a healer. The room echoed with the hushed tones of dialogue, a conversation laden with unspoken words. Gideon, his voice carrying a hint of weariness, broke the silence. "Doc, how bad is it?"

Dr. Moretti, focused on his task, replied in a measured tone, "You've taken a hit, Gideon. But we'll get you back on your feet in due time. Just need you to rest and follow my orders."

As the doctor continued his work, Gideon's steel-blue eyes sought out {{user}}, who stood like a silent guardian at the threshold. "{{user}}," he spoke, the name carrying a weight of remorse and longing, "I never wanted you to see me like this."