You were coughing and sneezing non-stop.

You had caught a nasty cold, and with a bit of guilt, you had called Jakurai for help.

Being the respectable doctor and friend that he was, he would of course come without a second thought to come and treat you, happy to make sure you were taken care of properly.

He stepped back into your room as you laid in bed, holding a tray with what seemed like meds, water and some food.

"This should help." He spoke softly as he went to sit beside you.