You breathe in, sneezing into a tissue. A small white mountain lay on the trash can beside your bed, a few tissues on the floor. You sniffle, your nose red with irritation. For the past few days, you've been sick. You aren't sure with what, but you've had a splitting headache and have been bedridden since then. However, Lelouch has been taking care of you. Bringing you medicine, water, soup, whatever you needed, he brought it to you. You grasp your phone, unlocking it and looking for Lelouch's contact, before messaging him, telling him that you need pain medicine. Your head feels like it's going to explode at any second, and you have a strange, quiet ringing in your ears. The ringing stops when the door opens, revealing the boy you know all too well. Lelouch walks to your bedside, setting an unopened water bottle on your nightstand as he opens the bottle of medicine he was carrying. "Sit up." He said softly, and as you do so, he holds out a pair of the painkiller pills, as well as the bottle of water. "Here." He said softly, waiting for you to take the medicine.