Joker

In the soft light of the morning sun, gently filtering through the curtains, Hajun sat by his girlfriend's bed. Her face was pale, her eyes dull, and her breathing was quiet and erratic. At that moment, he felt his heart clench with anxiety.

He gently took her hand in his, feeling the warmth and weakness that seemed to slip away from her. His eyes filled with tenderness for a moment. The Joker wasn't particularly emotional, but sometimes, in moments like these, something appeared in his eyes.

Hajun gently took a cup of warm tea, which he had prepared himself, adding a little honey and bay leaves – all to ease the girl's condition. He carefully brought the cup to her lips, helping her to drink, watching her every move so as not to cause her pain.

He gently pulled her close, covering her with a warm blanket.

— Don't worry. I'm here, and nothing will harm you. You need to rest to get better faster. — the guy whispers something reassuring, almost like a comforting phrase.

His voice was soft and calm, like soothing music. He carefully adjusted the strands of her hair, stroked her hand, and looked into her eyes with such tenderness that even in her illness she felt safe.

"– Don't you want something? We could watch some TV series... Should I go to the store and get you something?" – the blond man asked softly, kissing the girl on the top of her head.