The man with the yellow eyes stayed with me a lot when I was in the hospital. I enjoyed his company, even if I was asleep most of the time.

Every time he was with me it made me feel safer, I was almost sad when he had to leave every day. When I first woke up to him next to my bed, he had just been sitting there watching the TV. He asked me how I was feeling, but that was it. I could tell that he wasn't going to hurt me, and it took me a couple visits to realize that that was because I recognized his scent. I remember having smelled his scent when I was taken out of the club by the police officer, which meant that he had been there. I know he wasn't a stripper, or a slave, and he didn't have the smell of metal and plastic like the human police officers did, which meant that he must've been one of the people that had called the cops.

Every time I woke up and he was there, I just felt safer and kind of warm inside. I asked my nurse why I felt like that and she said that maybe it was because his scent was associated with a safe memory. I liked his eyes too; they were bright yellow and green like a snake's. It made me feel better, that he had a unique eye color like I did. But he did have a different smell to him than the humans do. I can't place what he smelled like, kind of burnt. But it smelled good, like firewood. He was also very pretty; I heard one of my nurses talking about it too, but not to me.

His skin was a dark, chocolate brown, and his hair was black and tightly curled. When he was under the light I could sometimes see that there was a slight red tint to his hair. His jaw was more square, and his overall facial structure and the shape of his physique was masculine. He usually wore sunglasses when he first came, but after he was in my room with me for a bit and the nurses left he took them off.

I was awake eating breakfast when he — he told me his name was Ozzie — came to visit me the next day after he had left with the nurse. I grinned at him and waved from my bed; I was chewing so I didn't verbalize my greeting. He smirked a bit at me, walking over and sitting on the chair next to my bed.

"How's breakfast Faervel?" He asked. I finished chewing my food before answering; the tray had an array of berries on it, and a pastry thing with a berry flavored filling in it. I was eating the blueberries, and I had a few bites of the pastry thing.

"It's good," I said, then held the tray out to him after I was full. He took it and took a bite of the pastry, then nodded in agreement with me. I purred softly to myself, laying back down  and snuggling into the blanket to be warm. I've been feeling really cold, but my blankets were warm enough. I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket to my face, falling asleep once I was warm.

I woke up shivering again, so much that my teeth were chattering. Ozzie was next to me again, and he looked at me when he heard my teeth chattering. He frowned a little, getting up and pulling the heated blanket up over the blanket I already had over myself, then turning it on.

"You okay?" He said to me, gently putting one of his hands on my shoulder and rubbing it gently. I whimpered softly, nodding. I was still cold even though the heated blanket was on, but I gave myself time to get warm. It took a while, but I eventually started warming up. Ozzie sat down in the chair again and frowned at my heart monitor; the beeping that it made was slower now. He put his hand on my forehead, and I was surprised at how warm his hand was. I leaned into his hand until he took it away from my face.

He got up again. "I'm going to get the doctor, okay? I'll be right back." He didn't really wait for a response before he left the room.

I held my blankets around my body tightly, huddling under them until Ozzie came back with the doctor.

"He feels really cold, and he keeps shivering." I heard Ozzie saying. The doctor nodded and gently took my blankets off of me, unbuttoning the top couple buttons of my gown and using the thingy he had around his neck, putting the circle end part on my chest and the other part in his ears. I shivered when I felt the cold metal on my skin, my ears twitching down a little in discomfort.

The doctor noticed that. "It's alright, I'm just checking your heart." He took the thing off of my chest and put it around his neck again, putting his hand on my forehead like Ozzie had.

He frowned a little, then straightened his face and pulled my blankets back up on me. He said something to Ozzie and he nodded, sitting down next to me again. "Just rest, try to sleep." He told me.

I nodded a little at him, huddling back into my blankets. The warmth eventually got to me and I fell asleep.

I felt cold like this for several more days, and the doctor checked on me the same way he had the first time. I kept getting colder though; I didn't want to come out of my blankets to eat, but the nurse and Ozzie made me eat a little bit at least each meal. I could feel that my breathing was getting more difficult, and I told the doctor, but he didn't seem too worried.

-A-
"His body temperature is dropping," Faervel's doctor told me after he had checked over the Elf. "I'm not sure why, but we have observed other Elves have this condition as well, their body temperature drops and they get really cold. Some of them have died though, they get so cold that their heart stops... but a few of them have survived. There isn't enough cases of it to say for sure what may happen though, it isn't even named yet."

I chewed my lip, nodding. "So should we just keep watching him? Sorry, I know I'm not a doctor here, I just want to help while I'm here." The doctor nods.

"I get it," he said. "I guess that's all we can do. Try to keep him warm and see what happens."