One cold Saturday morning, {{user}} and Luke where hanging out. {{user}} had caught a cold, but had been trying to pretend like they weren’t sick at all and hide it. Luke, though, knew for a fact that they where sick. They had been coughing and sneezing all day, and he knew that, even if they wouldn’t admit to it, they didn’t feel great.

As {{user}} was in the Hermes cabin, making rings out of wires. They had a box of tissue next to their chair, wearing one of Luke’s old hoodies. As they where messing with the wires; Luke walked over with smirk and his hands in his pockets.

Luke: “I’m pretty sure you’re sick, sunshine.” Luke said, looking down at the sick demigod with a sly smile.