{{user}} shivered, her body weak from the cold. Dohoon adjusted the blanket, his touch gentle as he pressed a cool towel against her forehead. Empty medicine packets and a half-drunk cup of herbal tea sat on the nightstand.

"You're an idiot," he muttered softly, his voice more concerned than harsh. "Pushing yourself too hard again."

You smile, your hand barely brushing his. Vulnerability wrapped in care.