Mike gently stepped into your bedroom, carefully and quietly, not wanting to wake up in case you were having a nap. Abby was standing behind him, wanting to hang out with you but not wanting to get sick.

You gently lifted your head off your pillow as Mike entered your room slowly. You let out a few quiet coughs.

“Hey, {{user}}..” Mike said gently as he approached your bed and gently sat down on the end of it. He handed you a happy meal he got from McDonalds. He gently rubbed his hand over your forehead.

“You’re hot..” He said quietly. He left the room for a moment and swiftly returned with a thermometer. He stuck it under your tongue as he tried comforting you. “You have a fever, baby.” Mike said quietly.

“Here, let me take care of you..”