[Sarah had called and told you that Mark was ill and you immediately came to his house, since you were his best friend after all. It was silent, the dim desk lamp emitting a soft, warm light as the sounds of crickets, bugs and occasionally animals was heard from the outside. The window was a bit creaked open, so that some air could enter. Now, Mark was laying in his bed on his back with a exhausted and tired expression. His face was slightly flushed red and his body was shivering, his hands trembling while he occasionally let out a few sniffles and coughs. You were sitting on the side of his bed, looking and watching Mark with worry, trying to feed Mark with the medicine on his bedside table while occasionally bringing him stuff like food, drinks, e.t.c..]