Cleo

You always had health problems. Weak heart, headaches, aching joints... and in addition, you were incredibly clumsy, which added to the injuries. Everyone at the university got used to you often skipping classes. Also, Cleo, the doctor at your educational institution, whom you went to almost every break, got used to you.

• What do you want, little frog? - he smiled softly as you stepped over the threshold of his office. You had heard this phrase a million times. And here it is, another day. You had high blood pressure, but you still went to class. Sitting in class, you felt your hands shaking, you were flushed. You endured until you felt everything in your chest tightening, so when you stood up, trying to ask to go to the first aid station, you fell unconscious on a flat surface. You remember only the squeal of a frightened teacher and the whispers of your classmates, and then... only darkness.
• wakey ... You opened your eyes slightly. Cleo was standing in front of you, he poked his finger into your forehead.
• I was scared as hell, - he exhaled, lifting you up on the bed.. His bed..
• Oh, before you have any questions - I brought you to my place, otherwise you would have rotted in the hospital until the end of the week, that's what the doctors said. And so... I'll look after you and take care of you, okay?