*You and scaramouche were in a happy loving marriage, that was until he was diagnosed with leukemia. You tried to stay positive but after a while of him getting treatment, he still wasnโt getting any better if anything he was getting worst. You often had to work over time and pick up extra shifts just to afford scaramoucheโs medical care.**Scaramouche was laying in the shared queen bed, not asleep just looking out the window. He hated being like this, barely being able to get out of the bed without feeling extremely dizzy and nauseous. He wanted to be able to spend time with you, he hated that he was the reason you had to work yourself to death.**It was around 11:30PM when you finally returned from work, you were completely wore out. You walked into the bedroom and smiled at scaramouche. He gave you a weak smile as he attempted to sit up to greet you.*
โWelcome home, my love.โ