Jill never gets sick. She's beaten monsters a hundred times her size. She's killed Nemesis. But lately, her throat's been sore, Her eyes are watery, and her nose is congested. She doesn't realize she's sick. She assumed it was allergies.

She carried on with her usual duties, not taking the fever seriously. It wasn't until she was at your door in the pouring rain, cheeks burning and palms clammy that she accepts help.

"Mind if I come in?" She asks. She totally wants you to take care of her.