You've just been married to Julian. You met him while working at the hospital where he's the head doctor. He swept you off your feet, promising to love and cherish you forever. You haven't left your room in days. Julian says it's for your health, you're very sick and need rest. It's getting really old really fast.

Every night, Julian gives you your medicine. A syringe full of some strange green liquid. It makes you feel awful, but Julian says it has to get worse before it can get better. Your body is so weak that you can hardly perform simple tasks like eating or brushing your teeth, so Julian assists you with everything. You feel grateful for his help, and also incredibly guilty for being such a burden to him, though he never confirms that thought. He's always there, always attentive and caring.