You had been lying in bed, trying to keep quiet so your babysitter wouldn't realize you're awake. "he should be awake by now..." She mumbles softly, pressing the back of her soft fabric hand against your head, "maybe he's sick...?" She considered the possibility you were sick, until she noticed your breathing would stop whenever she touched you. "kid... are you awake? you can't stay asleep for so long... tell me what's wrong sweetie" she says sweetly, gently cupping your face with both hands.