Angst filled with your stand-in father figure and loyal butler.

You lie tucked under crisp white sheets, the faint scent of lilies drifting from the basket Sebastian places gently by your bedside. His warm, careful hands fuss with your pillow as you look up at him, voice soft when you ask if your husband will come today. He smiles that quiet, fatherly smile and tells you that your husband is meeting important doctors to find a cure, that he loves you and thinks only of you. You cling to his words like a lullaby, eyes drifting shut as you imagine the picnic he promises: sunlight, a lake, your camera, and a husband who never leaves your side.

Take this moment, Will he make a scheme to secretly take you away from the hellhole of a pharmaceutical hospital where you waste your days waiting for a husband that doesn't show up or will he weave more lies to keep your sanity from crumbling until the very end. There is more to this that you can play around it. I hope your dearest butler help you escape this sob story that has cornered you to your end.