It was one of those days.

Laying in bed, barely having any energy to move. An annoyingly sore throat. A bad cough making you gag. Not eating. Just laying, staring at the ceiling or sleeping, trying to rid of the throbbing headache cause by a fever. Everything seemed to be grey.

Yet when she walked in, she was the color. Your nurse, Shoko, carrying a small tray of lunch for you. She was the only color in your boring day. Not to mention the prettiest one.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her monotone voice ringing through the room, tired eyes looking down on you.