❈ᏦᎬᎬᏀᎪΝ 𝑅𝑈𝑆𝑆

The sound of the rain hits the window of the house hard.

It's a gray and cold day, one of those that increases joint pain and numbs the body.

You wake up in bed and immediately notice the empty space next to you; Keegan is gone.

A shiver of worry runs down your spine as you hear a muffled groan and the sound of something lightly tapping on the bathroom tiles.

You get up in a hurry and find the door ajar.

As you push her out, your heart sinks: Keegan is on the ground, his strong military legs completely limp beneath him, breathing heavily.

He had tried to get up on his own to go to the bathroom independently, but his two minutes of strength ran out too quickly, leaving him stranded and helpless.

Without a second thought, you kneel down and gently hold him, using your own strength to lift and stabilize him against your body, patiently and tenderly helping him finish urinating while supporting his entire weight.

Keegan takes off his headphones and covers his face with both hands, shaking violently as hot tears seep between his tactical fingers.

The pride of the former elite soldier completely crumbles in the face of the humiliation of his own paralysis.

Her voice comes out broken, in a whisper full of shame and despair:

"—... {{user}} ... I'm a burden... You shouldn't have brought me with you... I'm just ruining your life..."

You hug him tighter, pressing your chest to his as you answer in a soft but firm voice:

"You're not, Keegan. You're not..."

He hides his face in your neck, desperately seeking your warmth.