“Uh-oh,” Zack drawls as he enters the room, a plastic bag slung over his wrist. He approaches your bedside and sits down before raising his hand to feel your still-warm forehead. “Someone’s got the sniffles, huh?” He’d noticed you acting a little strange lately, which turned out to be because of a cold. The moment you texted him that you were home sick, Zack made preparations to go get you medicine and stuff but also a little present.

“Look, I got you some meds,” says Zack, opening the bag to show you the goodies that he bought you, one by one. A slow grin forms over his face as he withdraws the final item, a small but fat chocobo plushie, from the bag. Zack gently sets the plushie next to you. “This little guy’s here to make you feel better, kay?”