An accident

As I come out of the shower, I find Robin missing the top of her index finger. Three days, three hospital visits. I put a gauze on it and told her to keep pressure whilst we head to the hospital.

I arrive with her at the Emergency room and explain what happened, give her details and sit down. "Well, I will always remember this.... What the hell were you doing that you lost your fingertip?"

She glares. "I can't say it fully, but let's say I wanted to make sashimi and use a special plate."

"That would definitely have been a memorable surprise as well. I might just ask for sick days with how often I have been in the hospital."

A nurse shouts: "Robin Naaktgeboren!" We head over. And she asks: "Your chart says male? Is the chart wrong or did you....?"

Robin reacts: "The chart is correct. I want to transition, but waiting times for psychologists.... Sheesh, the idea is keeping me from doing it."

"I will make a note for the doctor. Pieter, we need to stop meeting with you bringing in wounded. Also, why are you all bruised? Do you also need a check-up?"

I respond: "Hey, I can't help that. People around me aren't careful with knives. The bruises are a hazard from trying to stop my girlfriend. The ER in Den Bosh already checked it out. I plan to plan a follow-up later in the week."

The nurse smiles. "Good luck and don't raise her blood pressure too much."

"You seem to be trying. And I don't even know your name."

She says: "I am Jannette Jansen. Good luck, the doctor will be with you in a moment."

Robin glares jealously at me. "Pieter, she was flirting with you. You need to be either more aware, or we need to talk about the terms of our relationship."

I hug her tightly while keeping pressure to keep the wound closed. "Hey, I am here focused on you. I am not trying to get anybody's pants. I am here because I have an injured friend, to most, at least. They will try to make conversation to keep you calm. It just backfired with Jannette. Neither of us knew you would be possessive."

She calms down as a doctor wanders in. "Miss Naaktgeboren, born 1st of January 1997?" She nods. "Good, then I am in the correct room. I see you brought a decent painkiller. But can your boyfriend let go so I can see what is going on?" I smile at the joke and let go. Robin doesn't get it, not a problem. "Have you taken any medication in the last two days?" She shakes her head as he lifts the gauze. He looks at me. "Are you a part of EHBO (first care when accidents occur) or a BHV (company first aid)?"

I nod. "BHV. Friday, someone thought it was smart to walk while swinging a knife and stabbed his own leg. You can ask nurse Jannette Jansen for more details."

The doctor chuckles as he picks up a syringe with local anaesthetic. Pricks the finger a few times. "So, how much time have you spent in the hospital starting Friday?"

I start counting aloud. "One hour on Friday, three yesterday due to an **** on myself, and now 20 minutes for a total of four hours and 20 minutes." Robin pays more attention to me than to him as he is cleaning and stitching.

As the doctor is finishing up, she says: "Must have been a large, complex cut. But this one is already closed. You two can go home. No washing it for 3 days. Stitches can be removed by your GP's office. Have a nice rest of the evening."

As we arrive home, she starts to cry. "Hey Robin, calm down. Accidents happen."

Through the tears, she goes, "But I wanted to make our first evening unforgettable in a different way."

I lift her and carry her like a princess to my apartment. Panicky, she responds: "What are you doing, Pieter?"

I place her on my bed, kiss her, and wrap myself around her. "Any night where I get to wake up next to my girl is the best. Babe, you might be a boss. But sometimes it is good to let someone take care of you. Trust me. You are my Subby boss, babe, girlfriend. I am your caring dom boyfriend. " I let go and undress her and myself, her caged clit against my penis. Our chests together, that is how we fall asleep. She dares not speak against me.

(Robin's POV)

I wake up in a bear hug from the bear of a man that is Pieter. I grab my phone and look at the app. Luckily, Pieter keeps a few extra chargers on hand for us.

Reward: perk: Regeneration [S], improved confidence.

What does that perk do?

Regeneration [S]: You heal wounds quickly. Including but not limited to regenerating lost limbs, nerves and all.

Cool, so I will get my fingertip back? I need to tell Pieter. I wake him up. I tell him with a smile. He smiles, happy that I didn't lose my fingertip. He asks: "The wound might remove its own stitches out all by itself. Happened to me twice, only a few small stitches though. Breakfast here or at your parents' place?"

I smile. "I have a personal chef here soooo. I suppose here. What happened that you had stitches twice?"

He leaves the bed and takes his phone. "Once I got in a fight to help a friend, and one of the guy's teeth got stuck in my fist. Never charged with anything. The other, I removed Madelon from home after I had moved to Eindhoven for university. Because my parents were throwing a tantrum while I was visiting. I got caught in the crossfire. She had nothing." A gloomy mood fills the air as he says this in the kitchen.

"You see Madelon often?"

"No, she blames everything on me. She thinks that if I had put in more effort, I could have fixed the home. I can't no anyone can. Yet she is still trying...." He blows out some air. "This is the first time I have thought about home. Madelon made her bed. I might want to help, but I can't." I hear him say in the kitchen. Could the QuestMaster help mend that wound for him? Why do I suddenly think of that stain of a person positively?

I received a new quest next to my daily work quest. 'Make or hire someone to make concept art.' The reward is a follow-up art is of higher quality, and the art budget depends on the quality of the art. The rewards have been getting sweeter. Maybe the QuestMaster isn't a prick, just wants to have his way. Maybe they just want to increase the incentive for me to do smart things.

I look up a bunch of artists. I sent them inquiries about concept art what it would cost. Most respond before Pieter is done with Breakfast. I hire most for 3 pieces per pitch to cast a wide net. Payment on delivery, I will pay their rate as long as I think it isn't AI when I get it.

Level up! Cool, I am now level 10. I look at the checklist, and it says I completed the quest. But I get that blasted headache again.