There's one thing a lot of people don't know about Doom and Valentines the albino female used to wear a long black trench coat with silver buckles instead of the Ruby buttons she favors today.

One day Valentines came down with a cold snowwolf went out to go to do  knows what and left Doom home alone to deal with a half delirious sick clingy Valentines. " silly vamp I told you not to drink random people's blood, you're lucky you caught a cold instead of some STD" Doom snickered knowing it wasn't the real reason Valentines was sick, the hybrid simply wined in protest pressing his hot flustered face in to Doom's cool side half curled up under her long jacket.

She laughed slightly " you're lucky I can't get sick" she said pulling the male into her lap fully an impressive feat considering Valentines was not exactly small, but Doom had nearly a foot on him and height. She manipulated him like a rag doll getting him out of his pants and into a tank top and boxers, he curled up against her cool body has she tucked his head against the soft swell of her breasts. Doom merely chuckled at his child like display she took off her trench coat and draped it over him, she dipped her clawed fingers into a nearby glass of ice water pressing them gently against his lips.

She then proceeded to bring the a glass of water over to his mouth her fingers still in it, she messily made him drink the water forcing the small ice cubes it down his throat with her fingers. Valentines didn't complain swallowing when appropriate and licking messily at Dooms fingers his lower face a mess of saliva and ice water, " your a mess" Doom commented removing her fingers earning a whine from the submissive male.

" I'm going to go make tea for me and broth for you" she said standing, Valentines whined geting a sharp smack on the thigh for his troubles
" I'll be back in 5 minutes, stay there" she commented unfazed by his behavior. She made herself a pot of sweetened green tea and a bowl of thick creamy chicken broth mixed with goat milk, she fed him like a child rubbing his throat to encourage him to swallow.

In a few days when Valentines was no longer sick she didn't question The Disappearance of her favorite coat, and she wasn't at all shocked when she saw him rutting into it on the living room couch. Later that day she put it in order for a new coat styled slightly differently than the last one, knowing she wouldn't be getting her old one back.