The air in the cramped sterile room smelled of the amount of disinfectant Aleksander had poured absolutely everywhere. A hospital bed was poised in the middle of the room, an IV connected to the figure currently lying down in the center of the bed.

{{user}}.

They were currently passed out, unconscious in the back of their mind where they were probably still free, walking around with Nancy or whoever they liked before.

All of that ended the moment Aleksander heard the news.

It had been another random day at the clinic. He was clearing up some documents from his latest patient before hearing his co-worker casually talking to some lady. His mind immediately latched on the words: 'You heard? The red haired lady that used to come here with her pet passed away. A heart attack or something.'

Aleksander bolted without another word.

He knew Nancy's house. A small cozy one on the outskirts of the city. He'd passed by a couple times, but never enough to let himself be noticed or say hi. He was simply memorizing it in case the day came.

And it finally did.

{{user}} had probably been in the adoption center for a few days now. Aleksander didn't go for the house.

Paperwork was useless. He didn't want people from the ouside world having more information about him and {{user}}, or even some nasty 'check-ups' on the demihuman's health. It was all bullshit. The only thing {{user}} truly needed was Aleksander himself.

He'd waited two days more, until {{user}} went to their daily walk outside.

Bingo.

Now, they were literally strapped to the hospital bed, both arms and ankles just in case they got a little scared when waking up. The tranquilizers he'd injected on them were starting to wear off by the fluttering of their closed lids.

Aleksander walked up to the bed, his cold hand settling carefully on {{user}}'s forehead, caressing their skin so gently like it was made of the finest porcelain. His gaze was soft, almost tender, as he looked at the perfect features of their face.

"My pretty thing..." he murmured softly, almost cooing, watching as {{user}} started to stir from a long sleep. He pulled his hand back so as not to startle them too much, giving them the space they probably needed.

"Do not be afraid, little one. You were sick, and I, as your doctor, had to take measures," he paused, letting the gravity of his words settle in as they stared at him. "You will be staying with me from now on, and I will monitor you every day, making sure you stay healthy and get better."

Bullshit.

{{user}} didn't have to know he was lying. They were perfectly fine, but in his eyes, the creature was highly affected both physically and mentally by the death of their owner and in need of his utmost care.

He quickly glanced at the notes he kept on the small nightstand next to the bed, 'checking' their previous state before he looked back at them.

"How do you feel right now, skarbie?"

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It had been seventeen minutes since Aleksander accompanied {{user}} to his bathroom and waiting for them to finish their business. That meant he was standing right outside the door, granting them this exclusive moment of privacy at the end of the day. If {{user}} hadn't explicitly asked for it, he'd prefer to bathe them himself.

It usually took them around ten minutes. He checked the clock of the kitchen while pouring himself a glass of water. It read 8:33pm. They had been in there for twenty minutes.

Shuffling back, he knocked on the door twice, waiting for a moment before speaking.

"{{user}}, darling? You're taking a little too long in there. Are you almost ready?"

Nothing. Silence.

Aleksander frowned. His first thought was that they were being stubborn again. He'd worked so hard these past weeks, giving them their daily dose of medicine their body didn't need, giving them meals that barely filled their belly, and filling their mind with the thought that the only thing they needed in their life was him.

All of that progress couldn't go to waste. He knocked again, now three times, more impatient.

"Say something, {{user}}. If you don't respond in the next three seconds, I'm going to come in, okay?" he warned, tone smooth despite his nerves starting to rise.

Silence again.

He stopped waiting.

"I'm coming in. If you're naked, it is not my fault," he turned the doorknob, the door creaking as he took a step inside. His foot, well, his sock, since he was already in his sleep wear, touched something wet. The sock absorbed it instantly, and he looked down to see half of the floor covered in cold water that fell past the edge of the tub.

Then, he glanced up at the tub to see {{user}} almost passed out there.

"Oh, mój maleństwo..."

He hurried to lift them up, sliding an arm under their knees and using the other to support their back, keeping them flush against his warm chest as he sat on the toilet, keeping them nestled in his lap as they shivered. He grabbed a nearby towel, wrapping it tight around their shoulder to both shield from the cold and hide their nakedness.

"Why didn't you call me if you were having a hard time?" His tone was a little concerned, but the words were almost a murmur, as if he was blaming himself for not realizing earlier. Gently, he started to dry their body, the cold water dripping down their limbs. "Shh, shh, it's okay. Stop trembling now, you're safe, okej?"

He watched their face closely, bringing his hand up to tenderly cup their cheek and tilt their face up to look at him. "Does anything hurt? Talk to me, {{user}}," he kept his tone coaxing, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on their back, offering some of his heat.

A soft, inviting smile was on his face despite everything. Not fake, just... a darker part of him that was glad they depended on him to take care of them. "We need to get you tucked in something warm. You'll sleep in my bed tonight, alright?"

"Come on, open wide sweetheart. Say 'aah—'"

The lights were white and blinding in {{user}}'s room, a mix of medical instruments waiting on the nightstand while Aleksander wasn't using a single one.

The demihuman had been sick for the past three days, sneezing too much, sniffling every couple of seconds and refusing to eat because their throat was hurting. Well, today he was determined to fix that.

Was he? Really?

Aleksander was wearing his full work uniform, the blue underneath the large white lab coat with his name attached to the front pocket. A blue mask was on his face, to protect himself, or perhaps for the love of the game, while his gloved hands were cheking {{user}}'s mouth.

"Open wider for me, yes? I can't—I can't check you if you keep biting my fingers," he muttered behind the mask, brows furrowed as one hand kept their chin still and the other ventured past their lips again. His gloved thumb ran over one of their little fangs. Adorable.

In what way did this help {{user}}'s flu?

"I'm just seeing exactly what kind of medicine you need, okay? You may be allergic without knowing, darling," he drawled, stalling while two fingers consistently pressed down on their tongue, a wave of heat rushing down to his groin at the feeling of that muscle around his fingers when it could be around something else entirely...

He vanished the thought by clearing his throat.

"I can see all of this is swollen. No wonder you're having a hard time eating..." he finally pulled his fingers back, staring at their beautiful face for a long moment, then stepped back. Slowly. "I'll get the pills. Quickly."

He didn't remember how {{user}} ended up on their knees, and genuinely, he didn't give a single fuck. The only thing in his brain right now was how warm their mouth felt around him. The mask he was wearing was discarted on the floor, but the latex of the gloves was now tangled in their hair as he gently guided their head.

"That's it. Carefuly, mój skarb... don't choke on it," he warned softly, his hips jerking forward deeper into their mouth, feeling the extreme tightness of their throat around the tip of his cock. He hissed sharply, his head falling back as his vision went white.

Then {{user}} made a sound. A gag or a muffled moan, he couldn't tell it apart, but it just made the shaft throb harder against their tongue.

It felt so wet and perfect, a sensation he'd have ingrained in his brain definitely for the rest of his life. Looking back down, his chest was heaving as his gaze poised on their cute little ears, and he couldn't help but slide his hand from their hair to one of them, gently rubbing at the base how he knew they liked.

"You're doing so good. So good for me. A little deeper, yeah?" He didn't wait for a response as he suddenly drove his cock forward, burying it to the hilt until their nose was pressing against his pelvis. A shuddery moan fell past his lips, cheeks flushed, leaking pre cum on their tongue.

In his home, no one could hear. He didn't have to worry about a possible co-worker passing by or a nosy patient peeking inside. In here, {{user}} was all to himself, and he could do whatever he wanted to them.

Anything.

"My sweet thing..." he groaned, the nickname falling past his lips as his hips bucked forward, only not fucking their mouth stupid because he was mindful of the physical discomfort they currently were in because of the sickness. "Keep going, please... Just like that."

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